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goodguydotmp3 · 4 years ago

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two questions: why don’t you like harry and do you really think harry villanized the weed video or do you think that was the people attempting to court him (azoffs)

Whew, this is a long one folx!

Why don’t you like Harry [Styles]?

Let me preface this response by saying that I’m a pretty new “fan” if one can still call me that. I got into the One Direction fandom in the summer of last year, and much of my opinions of the boys where shaped by fan reactions. After gathering more and more information however, I realized that the fandom and I were wrong about some things, and over hyping others.

Still, it wasn’t until this year that I actually broke out of the Harry-centric bubble to realize that the shady goings on where much worse than I originally thought. Add to this my realization that Harry’s music really doesn’t withstand the test of time, and that his persona is pretty Stagnant, and I’ve come to feel rather bamboozled.

Of course I know that the entire point of his PR team is to sway public opinion of him one way, and if I ate it up that was part of the plan. That doesn’t mean I have to like it. It also doesn’t mean I feel any less hurt about it. It also doesn’t mean that I like when other people fawn over him, as quite a lot of what I’m going to say has been public knowledge, and some of it before I was even a fan.

A. Music

Actually getting to a big part of the problem here, his music isn’t good. Well, not long term like I said in the preface. He doesn’t really have much of a vocal range despite being a singer for more than ten years. He does not care and acts like he does, often leading to him sounding like he’s screaming instead of singing. He’s lyrics are boring and flat, and his melodies are fine, they just don’t make up for his unmemorable lyrics. I personally think that the cause is him more heavily relying on song writers to fill in more in more, but that’s mostly because I don’t want to believe that the same person who wrote Happily and Olivia also wrote At the Dining Table and Treat People With Kindness, because that would just mean he’s getting worse or putting forth less effort.

Of course one could argue that I’m not a professional, I don’t have the necessary Jargon to correctly critique, and I’m no longer a singer so I can’t even do what he does. But to that I say fuck off. I know what sounds good! I know what I like!

Even more than that though, If you bought a product (non food), and you could only use that product for the first two weeks you bought it, you’d say it was a shit product! You’d scream from the rooftops that no one should ever buy this product because it’s crap! Well guess what? I pre-ordered Fine Line just to listen for two weeks and never pick it up again except for golden, she’s a funky tune every couple months.

Besides the test of time, there is still the subject of actual talent/listenability if you will. I feel there’s four main categories when I listen to music that makes it worth listening to

1.Amazing voice

2.Awesome lyrics

3.Funky/ cool ass melody/Beat

4.Catchy as hell

Now, a song doesn’t need to be all four, however the more they have the more likely I am to like the song. Also, I’ve said “main categories” because I’ve definitely had songs were I just through the beat drop was cool, or maybe the bridge was sick as hell, or maybe I just liked the pacing or the way the singer/singers stressed a note. Alternatively there is a sweet spot for me of super depressing lyrics but a melody/ that makes you want to dance. See: most of After Laughter by Paramore, Lola By Mika. But in general, those four usually make me love a song long term.

If it’s an album, it usually Just has to sound like it belongs on the same album/ tell a story. Like I really don’t like albums that sound like it’s just a playlist of songs personally. I should be able to listen to a song and go “oh yeah, that’s off --- album” or I didn’t like the album as a whole. An album is a bit like an outfit to me. It’s not going to be all tops, nor does it need to be monochromatic, but it does need to go together

For Example, I love Four as an album. I thought it was amazing. I still hate Spaces and Illusion. I hate both of their melodies, I don’t like the Illusion intro, I’m not to keen on those lyrics, and they’re definitely not catchy, I skip every time.

So taking that logic to Harry’s music, I think HS1 works very well as an album, almost all of the songs sound like they’re supposed to be there. And I hate every song but Kiwi. The lyrics are boring/don’t make a ton of sense, the melodies definitely don’t make up for that, he doesn’t have the range, and none of them are catchy! And then you get to Kiwi and she’s got that vibe you know? She’s a pop punk bop and I cannot fucking believe that Harry has one pop punk bop among unmemorable pop rock album.

Going to Fine line, It’s not as great as an album. There are some songs that don’t really feel like they fit? Like just going through the album, cherry doesn’t have any business being there? Like the lyrics fit sure, but what is that weird intro and outro? It probably would have been fine If the song didn’t have those two, but having them there upset the pace a bit I felt. And then there was Treat People With Kindness, which was really Jarring and doesn’t feel like it belongs on the album at all? It actually feels like it’s trying to be Kiwi - it’s loud and garish, and the lyrics are trying to be carefree, but! It just doesn’t work! TPWK sounds like Hippie music! Kiwi sounds like Brendon Urie could sing it and people would be like “good ol Panic!”. And then the album goes back down into Fine line the song, which again is Jarring because you’ve had this TPWK monstrosity right before it.

Then, looking at the overarching theme of his music, It’s whiny piss baby music He hates to take responsibility for his actions! It’s all in his lyrics! And don’t get me wrong, I love Honest lyrics, but not if the person is an asshole! LIke I fucking hate confessions by Usher specifically becasue he’s talking about how much he’s a piece of shit in the most whiny and piss baby way, making it all about him and no the people he hurt. I also really hate that one song that Zayn did with Usher and Chris Brown, because you have these awful men completely misunderstanding what it means to write a love song, and then you have Zayn at the very end all like “actually I really am in love tho…” Esp Chris browns verse! It boils down to “Hey I know I was a asshole seven billion times but I miss you tho :(“ GIRL BYE!

Harry sounds the exact same though, Except he can’t even blame himself for his own mistakes, and just wades through self pity about how the object of his affection won’t love him even though he didn’t even do anything except it wasn’t his fault and why are you still mad it wasn’t even his fault and he was young and reckless and drunk and horny. Like??? WRITE A NEW SONG TAYLOR SWIFT 2.0! There’s only so much you can repackage the same narrative before it becomes stale no Cinderella does not count keep that shit coming. And It really jumps out in his writing, even through 1d, although I will say there were some catchy beats, and awesome lines to keep him afloat back then. Although wtf was Walking in the Wind??? Choke!

Then there are the melodies I’m talking post wondee here which often give this 70’s pop rock vibe. Which fine I guess, it’s his brand, but that doesn’t make it interesting. Or new. Or fresh. Or an interesting take.

Now I completely understand relying on nostalgia to boost people’s opinion, but you could at leas have the decency to actually have good music. For Example, Miss you by Louis Tomlinson has a very distinctive pop rock feel, but it’s also an amazing song. Great lyrics, amazing voice, catchy liddle diddy that happens to be reminiscent of that 2005- 2010 punk pop/emo pop feel. Sour diesel has that like,,,basey 90s pop feel, and it fucking works with the lyrics, and of course his voice is beautiful. When Walls dropped and Lou put out that playlist of songs that were an inspiration, you can hear the influences when you listen to the album, but they’re also really good songs in their own right, with amazing lyrics, and Louis’ distinctive voice. Comparing that to Harry, it seems like he’s mostly relying on people’s nostalgia rather than actually good music.

Okay so this last point I’m making on music is a little petty but it’s been like a week and I’m still pissed about it so I’m saying it now. Someone said that Harry Styles is the best pop rock artist right now???? Just admit that you don’t listen to pop rock tf. Louis Tomlinson is right there. Brendon Urie is right there. Mika is right there. Haley Williams is right there. Janell Monae is right there. I don’t listen to a lot of pop rock lol but i feel my point has been made

B. Public Persona

He get’s so much clout! SO MUCH CLOUT! For doing the bare minimum (this is not specifically about the fandom, that’s for later)! People will write all these glowing reviews of him for him??? Being polite??? Like okay and? Just because a person is polite doesn’t mean they’re fucking Jesus??? There’s a million and one stories so i’m not fucking looking them up but there’s the pizza story and the fish story and the plane story and the snl story and the Stormzy story and the WS story on and on and on! Stop giving this man brownie points for basic human decency. “I didn’t expect him to be like that!” okay is that because of their perception of what a rock star is supposed to be like? Because in that case we need to start holding people accountable for being assholes. Or is it because he seems like an asshole. Cause valid.

I also don’t like him leaning so heavily on the queer image thing. Like! If that’s how he likes to express himself, Fine, But so much of it is just...so manufactured! And I Know I’ve heard people say oh well he wore the one rainbow on his lapel that one time or he wore the shirt or he wore the Keith Harring.

1. That Rainbow pin is sus as hell I don’t care what ya’ll say It absolutely screams set up, if he wanted to not be seen he would have not been seen

2. That goes for literally every other time. I can’t believe it’s not a set up to push a queer image. (that he profits from!)

3. If he actually did his homework on Keith Harring he’d know that the man was a predator, and he wouldn’t have worn those shirts. It seems so performative! To add to that, does he know now? If so, why isn’t he using his platform to correct his mistake? Why didn’t he come out and let people know not to buy Harring’s stuff??? He knows the pull he has! He absolutely could have been like “I’ve made a mistake, if you are looking for queer artists to support, here’s some” But he fucking doesn’t

4. To add on to that last part, It is actually sus that he gets to profit off of this queer image, and yet the only queer voices that he’s propping up are white gays. And then not even directly? Not a “queer artists, esp queer artists of color are important and need their voices boosted because they are the back bone of society” but this wink nod type of deal, where again, he mainly boosts white gays.like??? One queer black woman that doesn’t work for the Azoffs, and then a bunch of white gays. Like?? That’s not racist to anyone else???????Just me? okay.

Now from a professional point of view, it’s even worse. I’m not saying that artists can’t be campy or blurr gender lines, or imply that they ‘re queer subtly. But I think it’s fucking disrespectful to play both ends. Like, he profits off of using the queer image, all while Dancing around the subject, but then on the back end he never says that Homophobes/Transphobes aren’t allowed in his fandom. He gives this empty ass tpwk and then washes his hands of it.

Don’t get me wrong, I am always upset when people who have lots of queerphobes in their fandom bullying and harassing the actual queer people never say anything to let queerphobes know they’re unwelcome (clearly money is better than morals) but for me it’s an extra kick to the gut for it to literally profit Harry to seem queer. Look at that time that gay company sold out shirts in less than an hour,because harry was wearing it and tell me people aren’t throwing money at him because they feel he’s queer.

C. Fashion

This one is a really rough one for me because this is partially what drew me into Harry in the first place. But he’s really not all that in terms of fashion. He’s expensive certainly, but sometimes, the things that are more expensive are worse. Even When He’s not looking like a grandparent out on the town, his style is very dated, and yet he gets paraded around like he’s the freshest new thing?? Like who is his team paying of for him to get that many articles about how he’s fashion’s biggest star. And the thing is, his style is even dated for the mainstream. There’s already a post about how he copies prominent pop/pop rock stars of the 70s, which means that his style is 50 years old for the mainstream. Now don’t get me wrong, I think it’s totally fine if you’re addicted to seventies wear. I don’t think he should be heralded as this huge fashion star if his wardrobe is this dated

Even more than that. Gucci???? The Gucci with a history of Racism?? The Gucci with the child labor??? The Gucci with the 14 hour days Gucci??? Ugly ass Gucci????? Soulja Boy don’t even fuck with Gucci no more and he fuck with Gucci since like 2007. (although that was because of the racism, not cause it’s ugly)

I think that bothers me the most though. Like it’s not enough to exploit people, you also have to be tacky ugly and expensive???? For what??? @Gucci cease to exist please.

If Harry wants to be tacky ugly and expensive, that’s of course his rights to do so! But don’t act like he’s at the very pinnacle of fashion every time he does.

I’m actually always very conflicted about that. I personally prefer a style that’s very loud and campy and avant garde but like,,,,that ain’t it. Maybe it’s something you got it or ya don’t??? Like for example Billy Porter could wear a trashbag and make it work. The expensive sweaters and the slacks? The suits? Not a good look on one Harry Styles. Maybe it’s because they’re expensive sweaters and slacks and expensive suits. What are you, Ted from accounting??? Grow up.

D. Treat People With Kindness

Ugh this is the thing that pisses me off like the second to most. This phrase is so fucking empty. You could not have made up a more corporate mandated phrase if you fucking tried. It stands for nothing! Just like him!

Let’s break it down. “Treat people with kindness” is, at face value, a call to action. It’s asking you to do something. But it doesn’t actually tell you what to do!! So it’s pretty inoffensive! You don’t actually have to change your behavior in anyway for two main reasons:

1. What the hell is Kindness??? This phrase never actually says what it is??? It’s just this short little punchy thing that assumes you know what kindness is! What if you didn’t actually know? What if you have differing ideals of what is considered kindness? I mean to my mother, Misgendering me is kindness, but I don’t think that’s kindness. To my father, not letting his children have autonomy is kindness, but I don’t find that kind. And yet they could both use that phrase and feel confident that they go around treating people with kindness. After all they cooked dinner didn’t they? They smiled at Janice from public relations didn’t they? That’s kindness right?

2. It also assumes you know what “people” are. Queer people are people. Queerphobes don’t consider queer people, people. Racists aren’t going to consider some people, people. So they can continue their harassment and dehumanization of them and still be treating people with kindness, because they never harmed actual people (to them)

E. Harry bots

Bitch?? Corporate spies?? Tf ??? That’s not weird to ya’ll ?? I think the thing that shocked me more than someone from Colombia records admitting that he manufactures the hype around people signed to Colombia, is the fact that the Fandom been knew!!!! Ya’ll been knew and ya’ll wasn’t gon tell me???????? I just found out last week wtf????????

Another thing I don’t like about them Harry bots, is it’s one thing to hype up Harry, but why tf do they need to shit on the other boys??? Is it because they’re more talented, good looking, and charming??? How about you get good!!!! I esp hate that it’s usually Louis. What is Corporate’s obsession with putting Louis down like? What a bunch of fucking weirdos?? It’s not enough to be a Harry fan and live up his ass, I gotta hate Louis too?? You lost yo damn mind. If you reading this and you a spy? Die.

F. Capitalism

Honestly that should be the end of it but here the fuck we go I guess. Now I get that there is going to be some capitalism involved when you get music, especially mainstream music, there are tones of articles out there with people who used to be in the industry telling you about how fucking awful it is, all in the pursuit of money. (Which isn’t fucking real by the way! We made it up! People out here getting traumatized! Belittled! Bullied! Married off! So some corporation can make all the money! The Imaginary Credits! That we made up! I hate it here!)

But it’s another fucking thing to participate in a capitalist system? He invested into that one sleep app, even going to do one of the voice sessions (So you could have Harry Styles themed sleep paralysis) and you pay for that! He makes money off that! It’s not enough that you buy his mediocre music or his ugly ass merch, you also have to give him money through the sleep paralysis app.

Then there was that Google Camp for Rich People Only! I don’t even want to fucking hear that it was on Climate Change oh wow all the rich people took helicopters and Yachts to a resort with manicured lawns??? To talk about how they treat the environment? That’s not at all Counter intuitive! Not at all for show! Fucking disgusting.

Oh and the Covid Shirt! Really bitch??? You need to Profit off a deadly pandemic? Are you profiting off of AIDS next you fucking bastard. And he can of course get a tax write of for his “ charitable donation” fuck off.

G. Racism

This! This is the thing that gets me the most! YA’LL CAN EXCUSE RACISM???

No, I’m not talking about the Native American Headdress thing, that was plenty despicable on it’s own, No I’m talking about the on going racism. The whole, using black people for clout and then dropping them and never returning the favor when they sing his praises thing. Specifically I’m thinking of Sis the activist, Stormzy, and Lizzo.

The Lizzo thing pisses me off the most actually. I think it’s very fucking convenient that Harry started taking interest in Lizzo after there was uproar from black fans noting his hypocrisy of performing for Pepsi (Notoriously racist) and Having BLM sticker on his guitar. So he shows up at one of her concerts dressed like a senior citizen that got lost on the way to the retirement home bathroom. She looked fucking amazing and he couldn’t put forth the effort to at least not look senile. Then there was the covering of her songs, and then there was the cuddling up with her at the awards show. Funny how I haven’t seen any interaction after the fact! And Of course everyone forgot about the Pepsi concert! Fuck all the way off!!

Also! Are we just never going to talk about the fact that he didn’t comment on the blm protests earlier this year until his team could gauge whether or not it would be profitable to do so by DATA MINING HIS FAN BASE???? And then when he actually did he got the most praise for it, truly fucking hate it here. Also when he marched with those protesters he made sure we knew it was him. There were posts flouting around everywhere on how to best cover up to make yourself completely unrecognizable should you wind up on camera or fucking worse, get attacked by the police. Funny how Close Sprouse could follow the advice and not Harry? Also supper funny how he got the hell out of dodge before things got super bad and I have not heard anything on the matter since. Guess what Harry??? We’re still out here fighting for the rights to exist! Still wanna have a photo op while our own government tries to squash us with force????? This is like that Jenner Pepsi ad but with sunglasses and a pandemic.

H. Fandom

I think I would hate him less if I didn’t have to hear about him every hour of everyday. Stop Hyping this man so much. Even after unfollowing and blocking a bunch of Harries and Larries he’s all across my dash. And twitter. And insta. KURTIS CONNER FUCKING LIKES HIM I JUST WANTED CRACK CONTENT AND NOW LOOK.

I. Conclusion.

After writing all this I think the running theme is that Harry Styles isn’t even a person, he’s a brand. I do not like or trust brands! And I definitely don’t like being advertised to! Just like It’s fake as fuck when Absolut is all about queer rights, it’s fake as fuck when Harry does it too. Just like I know Target doesn’t actually care about Black lives, I know Harry doesn’t either. People are always like “oh he’s so nice!” no! He’s polite! There’s a difference. Zayn Is a truly kind person. Liam is a truly kind person. Louis is a truly kind person. It shines though so brightly all the time, and yet people are really out here worshiping the Brand Harry Styles.

Do I think It was Harry or The Azoffs throwing Zouis under the bus.

Truly doesn’t matter! Whichever one did it, Harry was totally fine with it! Which tells me that he doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. He’ll go along with anything as long as it gets him to the top, and that’s fucked up on one million and one levels

#hazza curly mchazzerson #This is like 4 thousand words #Have fun #Harry Styles

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tinyyoungblood · 4 years ago

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a night in | peter parker

summary: queens’ coolest friends group of smarty pants is back with fun sing-alongs, some life advice and a few hilarious childhood stories while peter can’t keep his hands off you

pairing: peter parker x reader

warnings: swearing and quick mentions of violence and vandalism

word count: 2.2k

song: Boys Ain’t Shit (feat. Tate McRae & Audrey Mika) by SAYGRACE

a/n: this is for everyone out there who would like some company on a boring friday night. just hang out with peter and the gang:)

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“These boys ain’t shit, I’m not here for it,” you sang on top of your lungs while holding the white blanket around the nape of your neck, hips moving to the beat.

“If you want me, act like it. Act like it!” MJ sang the next line and twirled around the kitchen counter while carelessly throwing her hands up in the air. You met halfway and locked eyes with each other, a sparkling gleam dancing in them.

“These boys get pissed. ‘Cause I won’t stand for it.” MJ threw her hair over her shoulder and you cheered her on, “If you want the sweet life then act like it!” The LED lights dunked your skin in vibrating pink.

You were just two careless girls, dancing and singing their hearts out on a Friday night while the music was blasting through the speakers. “Run it backwards, don’t be such an asshole, run it backwards, run it, run it back— “

Suddenly the joyful moment ended when the music was abruptly turned off. Your heads snapped to the door, ready to cuss out the person who cruelly paused your music.

When the harsh lights were switched on, you could see them standing in the doorway: Your very confused boyfriend and his amused best friend, each of them holding bags of food.

“So this is what you do when we’re gone for ten minutes?” Ned asked with a grin on his face while setting his stuff on the kitchen counter. MJ rolled her eyes at him and fished out a can of soda, replying, “Always. Next thing on the list would be a pillow fight and a makeover.”

You walked to the living room to put away your fluffy blanket and called out, “Don’t forget sneaking out to meet up with leather jacket-wearing biker gangs.” As you turned back around, two strong arms slung around your waist and the familiar curls were nestled into the side of your face as Peter placed soft kisses on your neck.

Melting into his embrace right away, you smiled at his affectionate greeting. “Missed me?”

“You tell me,” he mumbled into your neck and you giggled slightly at the vibration, “I’m gone for two seconds and my girlfriend sings about boys not being shit.”

You gently removed him from your neck before he could reach your sweet spot and rested your hands at the back of his neck to face him. A sweet pout was resting on his puckered lips and you couldn’t help but peck them, immediately conjuring a smile.

“I was just jamming out to a song with MJ.” He cocked his head to the side to mutely question the song choice, but you just shrugged. “Besides,” you said with a smirk while playing with his hair, “you know, you ain’t shit, Parker.”

He gasped at you and placed his hand over his chest, making you laugh at his dramatic gesture. “But I love you anyway.” You leaned forward and captured his cold lips with yours.

The familiar warmth promptly welcomed you and rose from your stomach to your chest and the distinct chatter of your friends quickly vanished into the background. Peter melted into the kiss and you smiled at the impact you had on him.

When you pulled back, he instantly pressed your waist closer, prolonging the soft-lipped kiss. Not wanting to let go either, you moved your lips with his whilst soft curls slipped through your fingertips.

When his tongue glided over your bottom lip to ask for permission to enter, you had to fight everything in you to not let him take control and instead, reluctantly pulled away, leaving your lips disappointedly cold again.

“We wanted to spend the evening with MJ and Ned, remember?”

“They have food in there, they’ll be fine,” he waved you off and went in for another kiss, but you turned your head to the side, making him peck your cheek instead.

“Come on Pete, we promised them.” Groaning slightly, he pouted again and you wanted nothing more than to just plant thousands of kisses on his soft lips. Instead, you dragged him back into the kitchen.

And that’s how the four of you ended up on the living room floor, eating takeout pizza and exchanging embarrassing childhood stories.

You were cuddled in between your boyfriend’s legs and listening to Ned’s funny memory as Peter mindlessly drew circles on your waist with his fingers.

“And because nobody was paying attention to him, I had no other choice but to scream out his name while preparing myself for the impact!”

“You had to prepare yourself for the impact?” you laughed and MJ shook her head with a look of disapproval on her face, though she couldn’t help but grin herself, “You yeeted the poor blind kid across the playground!” You burst out laughing.

“Dude, pushing over a blind guy is not cool,” Peter chocked out between his laughter, your back feeling his chest vibrate.

“I was on a swing!” Ned defended, still aware that it was all kinds of messed up, “What kindergarten teacher lets a blind kid walk up to the swings?! That’s child neglectment!”

Everyone burst out laughing again, tears were almost streaming down your face. Eyeing your half-eaten pizza, you turned your head and handed it to Peter who wordlessly grabbed it and took a bite off it.

You smiled up at him and loved how he had a great time. He deserved every second of joy and happiness. Noticing you stare at him, he curiously looked down at you and you just silently exchanged warm smiles. A sparkling gleam was dancing in your eyes and Peter felt his heart flutter again.

Sometimes he couldn’t get over the fact that you were his. The funniest, smartest and kindest girl out there was sitting in between his legs, sharing her pizza with him. God, he was lucky.

He bent down and pecked your lips. Your nose scrunched at the heavy taste of onions, but Peter just gave you a lopsided grin.

“So what happened next?” MJ asked and picked up a bag of skittles off the floor, ripping it open to hand it to Ned.

It was an unspoken rule in your group that he always gets the bag first since he only eats the red skittles.

“Our parents were called in and I was expelled for the rest of the day,” Ned explained sheepishly and picked out his skittles.

“Getting expelled in kindergarten,” you chuckled, “Ned Leeds, you are a wild one.” He shrugged with a huge grin on his face, returning the bag of sweets to MJ.

“Well, if you want to talk about being a wild one, how about you share a story now, babe?” Peter nudged your side and you grimaced, nibbling on your bottom lip.

MJ nodded while leaning back on her arms, “It’s your turn.”

“Yeah,” Ned agreed, “I know like nothing about your childhood.”

You snatched the skittles bag from MJ and acted like you were deeply invested in picking out a specific colored skittle. “Because there’s nothing to tell,” you mumbled, clearly embarrassed of your younger self, but as always, Peter caught it with his enhanced hearing.

“Your mom told me what you were like as a child. There’s plenty to tell!” he urged and you elbowed him, but he just snickered, finding it adorable that you believed you could hurt him in any way.

“You seriously need to stop having dinner with my mom.” You deadpanned but you just felt him shrug.

“She makes the best lasagna.”

The others agreed, “She really does.”

“Bless that woman’s lasagna.”

You groaned and threw the bag in the middle of the floor for the others to grab. “Since when is everybody having dinner with my mom?”

“You wouldn’t know, you’re never home.” MJ shrugged, causing a pang of guilt in your chest.

“I get it, I’m too busy,” you mumbled while playing with the sweets in your hands.

“Well,” Ned eyed you and glanced at Peter who was absentmindedly playing with your hair, “you do have a lot on your plate with all the extracurriculars. You can always drop some, you know.”

Sensing the growing discomfort, Peter let go of your hair and hugged you from behind, pressing you against his chest. You naturally melted into his embrace and his heartbeat calmed you down.

“I guess I could drop one or two,” you mumbled and the others gazed at you knowingly.

“You know,” MJ spoke up in her monotonous voice that indicated that she tried to be gentle, “there’s nothing wrong with giving up on something if you don’t enjoy it anymore. No shame in that.”

“She’s right,” Peter encouraged, “babe, you don’t have to keep going just because you don’t want to let other people down. Whether it is the marching band or the speech and debate team, they’ll be fine without you. Do what makes you happy.”

The others agreed and the corners of your mouth turned up. You were grateful for moments like these with your friends.

They were right, you haven’t had dinner at home with your mom for a while now and you couldn’t even remember the last time you properly talked to her or even to your friends. You were always out, always doing something and always trying to please somebody.

“Thanks guys, I really needed this.”

MJ gave you a two-finger way and Ned beamed at you. You felt Peter place a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you honestly never wanted this evening to end.

“Anyway,” Ned announced loudly, “before we got all emotional, it was Y/n’s turn to share an embarrassing childhood story.”

The others nodded and you plastered a smile on your face, deciding on telling them a rather harmless story of your childhood. They would get to hear the cooler ones eventually.

“So,” you clapped your hands together and set the scene, “when I was 6 years old, I had to pop into the store around the corner to get some eggs for my mom since she was sick and on bed rest. But on my way home, I ran into this boy who I had a crush on and I was super embarrassed because I was wearing these pink barbie pajamas that I really did not want him to see me in.” You rolled your eyes at your younger self.

“But there was no way to hide from him since he was coming my way and I had to go down the street from the direction that he came from.”

“Very thrilling,” Ned commented while popping mini pretzels into his mouth. MJ swatted him with her hand to shut him up. You smiled at that motion and continued,

“But to my luck, a police car just pulled up and what my 6-year-old super brain immediately came up with was that instead of letting him think that I was a girly wimp, I could be a super cool badass right in front of him.”

“Of course what every 6-year-old aspires to be,” Peter snorted and Ned added, “Understandably.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at them. “So I pulled out the eggs and threw them on the windshield of that police car while also making sure that the boy witnessed it all.”

Ned slapped his hand on his forehead, staring at you bewildered, whereas MJ just proudly grinned at you.

“Obviously, the cops jumped out of the car and chased me down. Clearly haven’t thought it through, I ran as fast as I could to escape them but when I passed the boy, he tripped me!”

A collective gasp left their mouths as they gaped at you with wide eyes.

“Turns out, he was the cop’s son,” you paused for dramatic effect, “and he was disgustingly proud of having stopped me.” Peter let out an irritated huff and you mindlessly rubbed circles into his arm.

“When the cops asked me why I did what I did, I obviously told them the truth because you know I suck at lying. The boy, of course, had to hear all of it and was just as awkward about it as me.” A small laugh escaped your lips as you remembered the memory clearly. “To my luck, they found it adorable, so they just drove me home with a simple warning,” you ended your story and popped another skittle into your mouth.

Ned shook his head at you comically, “Nope Y/n, I take everything back. You are the wild one. Shoving a blind kid doesn’t sound that bad anymore compared to your story.”

“It’s still just as bad, Ned,” MJ interjected and gave him a pointed look.

Peter leaned forward to catch your gaze. “I can’t believe you did that.” He smiled at you amused but you just shrugged it off and grinned at him.

“It’s nice to be wanted, you know?”

He stared at you horrified as everybody laughed. “Not by the law!”

* * *

quarantine sucks, i miss my friends:( anyway, this was a lot of fun to write so feel free to leave some feedback, send in requests or talk to me!

check out more of my stuff on my masterlist and if you don’t, that’s fine too. buh-bye!

#i think a night in with them would be so much fun damn #man i need friends who like to stay in #what i would give to have a cool night with mj and ned #spiderman #marvel #mcu #peter parker x reader #peter parker drabble #peter parker #peter parker one shot #peter parker imagine #fluff #peter parker fluff #ned and mj

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bandsanitizer · 3 years ago

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8 songs, 8 rules (or something)

RULES: 8 song prompts & tag 8 people

thank you for the tag @staticsounds @redrattlers @tirednotflirting and @reachthezeneth !!

1. Favorite song at the moment.

Starting Line by Luke Hemmings she says to the surprise of no one. also That Funny Feeling by Bo Burnham and Goodbye by Bo Burnham

2. A song you associate with your favorite ship.

This requires me picking a favorite ship which like I don’t know how to do that. So we’ll go with my narrowed down top 3 ships.

so first CALM bc ot4 is superior. I have decided. their whole existence and meeting is fanfic material (childhood besties malum. we both thought the other was too cool cake. enemies to besties muke. met online mashton. we’ve met before! lashton. was angry bc where tf were you but then I fell in love with you cashton.) anyways song from my ot4 playlist Never Be by 5sos and my biggest writing goal is to write a fic based on it bc I could go on forever about colors in 5sos music.

next ship is birdflash and the song I associate would be Heroes by MIKA and like specifically YJ!verse but could work otherwise. and the other ship is Blam (from glee) and I associate them with Sick of Losing Soulmates by dodie.

the real moral of the story here is that I love the friends to lovers trope and most of my favorite ships exist in this realm of I’m okay with them being strictly platonic or being romantic and what matters to me is how they see ALL of the other and still choose to love them (platonic or romantic). and that said… there’s a lot of overlap on songs lol

3. A song that could be about you.

26 by Paramore bc even though that’s about her… the first time I heard the song I started crying and it’s just… learning to navigate being your biggest critic and most important supporter is a Struggle. trying to stay grounded and not give up on dreams. I just RELATE to this song with my whole being

4. A song that you think is underrated.

At the End of the Day by Mali-Koa. Listen like this whole album is phenomenal but I really think we don’t talk about this song enough. It’s really about this idea that everything you want to be and need to be is already inside you. that whatever you’re searching for you’ll find it because you already have it. idk it’s a comforting song for me and I think one of the best lyrics on the album (okay honestly the whole album is just lyrically a masterpiece)

5. A song that reminds you of a good memory.

Sevens by Samuel Hazo. My high school band never followed through on performing this in a concert, but learning this piece and everything was such a positive experience during band. Also 11/16 & 7/16 was just really fun to play! Learning the xylo part was an adventure but truly something I enjoyed and it’s just very tied to the best feelings of being in band. Notably a memory of one run through that was just spot on! (Also that feeling of finally getting the piece right? YEAH)

6. The last song you listened to.

Sticky (with SHAED) - Piano Version by The Maine (or well technically Upside Down by Austin Moon bc I watched Austin & Ally) like Sticky is a great song and then make it all pretty with a piano and then make it a duet???

7. A song that makes you laugh.

P*rnstar by ModSun. Censored bc I feel weird about that word being on my blog. Like it’s not even a bad song either? It’s very secksual though. And was like unexpected despite being completely expected based on the title. IDK it’s just like… made me laugh while listening to Internet Killed the Rockstar.

For a more sfw song: The Turd Song by Big Time Rush. Iconic. Amazing. Genius. Invented music. James’ run at the end?!?!

8. A song you want your mutuals to listen to.

I don’t think a day will go by where I don’t find a way to rec flights by twentylove. Like it’s just… a great song. lyrics and all it’s a favorite of mine. but for a different song Watercolors by Will Jay like it frustrates me this is the only version he’s released bc this song is sooooooooo good.

tagging (if you want to!): @takemealive @calumsash @hoodhoran @thenervousduck @in-superbloom @karajaynetoday @opheliascribbles @ladybugnoah

#tag game #long post #sometimes i write my answers to these and think i should shut up

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lovelysugawara · 4 years ago

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Love me Again

**y/a = Kuroo Hinari (sorry I don’t use Y/N, i just made up names) **grammatical errors ahead, sorry guys**

plot: you and Kuroo are married, but your husband turns cold over you, because of an incident a year ago. Will he once again love you back???

Cont…

Part 7

*Hina’s POV* I wake up the next morning, all alone in our bed.I looked at the time and saw that it was still 7am, where is he? After donning my robe, I leave our room. Walking and feeling kinda sore. It’s been awhile since we did that. My body kinda hurt.

I was so lost last night, I didn’t expect him to be that sweet and intense.

I touch my neck and remember how his lips stayed there, my lips are swollen, must be the bitting? I blushed as I’m trying to remember it.

I better shake off the idea. I head out first to the kitchen.

“Good morning mam!” Cora greeted me as she put a cup of coffee in front of me.

“Thank you, Cora. Have you seen Tetsu?” I asked her as I sip on the coffee.

“He leaves before 6:30am mam. He didn’t even eat breakfast.”

I nodded.

Why do I feel a bit disappointed?

Am I expecting him to wake me up with breakfast in bed and he’ll kiss my forehead and tells me sorry for everything, and that he loves me?

I shake my head a little.

Of course he won't, I believed that last night was because he was drunk and nothing more.

Pain from it is starting to sting me like a dagger, wounding the already bleeding heart.

My whole morning is filled with work. Because Tetsu asked me to help him next week, I need to at least clear my schedule.

“Hina! Are you here?” i heard a familiar voice.

I poke my head out at the door.

“Mika-chan!!!” I smiled and ran to her and hugged her.

“You finally visits me, it’s been months.'' I almost throw tantrums at my best friend.

We grew up in the same neighborhood and went to the same elementary and middle school way back then, but we have to move. That's why we did go to different schools in high school. Despite that, we never lost communications and remain bestfriends.

“I’m so sorry, there’s a bit- um- situation.” she smiled brightly at me.

“How are you? Situation? Why, are you sick?” I worriedly asked her as we sits at the bench at the back of the shop.

She shakes her head, he gently smiles at me, as she touches back and forth her obvious baby bump.

“OH MY! MIKA-CHAN, CONGRATULATIONS!!!!” I once again hugged her.

I’m so happy, she finally got pregnant.

“Thank you, hina-chan. I'm so happy too.” Her teary eyes make me want to cry because of happiness.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? This is such great news!”

Mika usually posts something good that is happening to both of her and Daisho. I wonder why they didn’t post the pregnancy announcement.

“Actually, Hina-chan, please don’t be mad okay?”

“Why? What is it?”

Mika holds my hand.

“I-i’m kinda worried about you. It feels weird, announcing that I’m pregnant, while my best friend is struggling about the loss of her child. Hina, I’m still worried about how you really feel. I don’t know, it feels weird, being happy.”

Mika explains it, like she’s afraid to offend me.

I felt sorry for the people surrounding me, they are all worried about me that they stop celebrating such joyful events in their lives, because they are worried about what I will feel.

I started to cry without me knowing.

“H-hina-chan, oh no, did I-?”

I shake my head, Mika-chan deserves to be happy of course, and I won't let her feel like this. She shouldn't stop feeling happy all because of my situation.

“You are such an idiot, Mika.” I laugh while crying. I’m happy because she worries about me, and I’m mad at myself because I’m causing her stress. Pregnant women shouldn't be stressed!

“You shouldn't hinder your happiness. Don’t worry about me, I’m still hurt, but i can go by. Of course I have to move on. And I won't be offended, I will be most joyful knowing my best friend is having a baby!”

Tears are now flowing to her pretty face. And I wiped it off.

She continued to cry. And I laugh.

“Silly, don’t cry now.”

“Hina-channnn!”

And once she cries, she will never stop.

“And like I thought so, I’ll see the both of you are crying.”

Me and Mika looked back at Daisho who was holding some food.

“It’s because your wife is a natural cry-baby.” I teased them.

And we all laugh together.

***

“So it’s your birthday next week. What’s your plan? Are you and Kuroo-san will go out of the country this year?”

Mika started to asked as we all eat the pudding they brought.

And I don’t know what to tell her.

“Actually, Tetsu hasn't talked about it. So maybe we’ll go somewhere or stay in the house.”

“Eh??! Won’t you ask him? It’s your birthday, you know?” she pouted and looked at Daisho to support what she’s saying.

“I’m sure that rooster head bastard will give you whatever you want.” Daisho said as he put another serving on Mika’s plate.

“I-I’ll better ask him soon then. It’s just he will be busy this coming week, and I guess he doesn’t have much free time this week.” I tried to think of an excuse for my husband.

I secretly looked at my cell phone and he still hasn't texts me since morning.

“What if you cooked something for dinner, and ask him to come home for that day it’s your birthday after all? Being busy with work is a bit of hard work, he needs to eat delicious foods. How about cooking his favorite?”

Hmm, cooking his favorite is easy for me, if there is one food I wanted to perfect my whole life, it’s grilled salted mackerel pike. That’s the dish he really likes.

I guess it’s fine if I ask him to come home that day. I smiled thinking about it.

“So how are you two? I mean, after what happened? Did he change or something?” Daisho suddenly becomes serious.

“Honey, why are you asking that?” Mika instantly looks at her husband.

“Well I heard something about this couple, they lost their baby, and the husband lost his interest in their relationship, leaving his wife.”

I felt cold, will that happen to us? Will Tetsu leaves me?

“Hey! What if I lost our baby, will you leave me?” Mika madly asked Daisho.

“EH? MIKA DON’T SAY THAT!!” Daisho instantly stands up and hugs her.

“Hina-chan, don’t listen to my stupid husband. Of course Kuroo-san won’t do that. He loves you so much, we know that. Okay?” Mika looked at her husband with angry eyes.

“I’m sorry, honey. It’s because of that post! I won’t say it again!” Daisho clearly regrets what he said.

“Don’t apologize to me, apologised to Hina-chan!” she points at me.

I felt sorry for Daisho, but I guess it’s his fault after all.

“I’m sorry Hina-chan. It’s my damn mouth. But yeah, that stupid rooster head definetly loves you, and he won’t do that.” Daisho keeps on convincing me.

“Guys calmed down, it's okay. I trust Tetsu, of course.” I smiled at them and they both relaxed.

“I’m really sorry Mika-chan. Just forget what he said.” Mika still apologises.

I smiled at them.

But then. I become more worried about me and Tetsu.

A week later, Tetsu becomes busy like what he said. He doesn’t go home and he stays at the office for the fourth day today.

I’m also busy helping him with stuff in his office, assisting what he needs in the company. I usually prepare his change of clothes and other things he needs.

We haven’t talked much for these past days, and I terribly missed him. He didn’t text or call me, and usually his secretary is the one who answered my calls.

“I’m sorry Ma’am Hinari, Sir Kuroo is still on his online meeting. I’ll let him know that you called once he comes out.” that’s the 5th time today.

“Thank you Hitoka-chan, I’ll call again later.”

I pressed the end button.

***

Today is my birthday.

And lots of our friends already greeted me.

“Hey don’t be sad, we can celebrate your birthday soon.” I’m on a video call with Bokuto and Hinata on the other line. They are squeezing so much to the screen, and it’s so cute.

“I’m sure Kuroo will make up with you despite his busy schedule.” Bokuto added.

“Did you buy a cake, Hina-san?” Hinata is as energetic as ever.

“Actually I haven’t, but maybe I will soon.”

“I can call Tendou-san to order a very special cake just for you!” Hinata excitedly get his phone and started to scroll on it.

“Ha ha, Shoyou it’s okay. I’ll buy one later.” I’m laughing.

“Well it might be my gift for you.” Hinata pouted.

“Hey, our gift, okay?” Bokuto said to him.

“Thank you guys, but i wanted to celebrate it with you when we are complete. Then I guess you can buy me cakes.” I smiled at them.

“I will buy you tons of it! I promise!” Hinata put his hand to his chest as he promised.

Bokuto, seeing him do that, copied him. “Me too! I will too!”

“Okay you two. I’ll wait.”

At lunch, Kenma, Disho and Mika arrive.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”

They even shot confetti as I opened the door for them.

They brought food and also gave me gifts.

“We hope you like it, because we know you like puzzles. That's the biggest one i can buy.” Mika and Daisho proudly said as I unwrapped their gift.

“I love it, thank you Mika-chan, Daisho.”

“Just tell me what you want and then I’ll just send it to you.” Kenma said while smiling at me.

“It’s fine Kenma, but I would love it if you treat me sometime”

“That’s too easy, but sure. Whatever makes you happy.”

I smiled at him.

“So when will the rooster head come home. I wanted to tease him actually.” Daisho said.

“Oh, you guys never know how to stop teasing each other.” Mika shakes her head.

I don’t know what to say. I don’t even know if he remembered my birthday at all.

No calls. Not even texts.

“He’s still at the office, I don’t know if he will come home earlier. Or maybe tonight.” I keep on smiling, despite I’m so itching to call him and ask him to go home.

Actually I haven’t talk to him since morning, I texted him several times too.

“Did you cook his favorite?” Mika asked me.

“I did, I can reheat it later when he arrives.”

“Aww too bad. Maybe next time.” Daisho said and continued to eat.

***

That afternoon.

I waved goodbye to Mika and Daisho as they drove away from our house.

“Kenma, you're gonna stay?”

“No, I don’t want to see your disappointed face later.” Kenma looked away.

I sighed. He knew.

“Did you call him?” He said as we walked back inside.

“I did, but only his secretary answered it. He must be busy.” Can I protect Tetsu over how Kenma will judge him?

“He must have forgotten it. Unless you go there, tell it to him, and drag him home and demand his time.” Kenma annoyingly said.

He said what’s on my mind since this morning.

I laughed a little, “It’s just a birthday, Kenma. It’s fine.” As I laughed, I felt hurt.

“Don’t lie to me. You celebrate your birthday for years together with him. Can you even adjust that your husband is not here with you? You-!”

Kenma stops talking as he looks at me and sees me crying.

“Why do you always say what’s on my mind, Kenma?”

I put my hands on my face, knowing I’m already a mess. I miss my husband. I really miss him.

I felt Kenma hugs me, and I already lost the sense of time how long I cried.

***

*3rd POV*

It’s already 9 PM, and Kuroo is still at the office.

“Sir, I guess we can call it a night. You can go home. We are actually worried that you stayed here instead of going home.”

“We are so sorry, sir Kuroo, but you can go. We can handle it.”

Kuroo wonders what they are saying.

“But sir Kuroo wants to stay here with us. Right Sir?” Mayuri casually touched Kuroo’s shoulder and squeezed it a little.

“O-oh y-yeah, I wanted to help.”

Mayuri smiles flirty to him.

Some of the people at the office talks about the two of them, Mayuri is so flirty over her boss. And Kuroo didn’t mind it at all.

“And I wanted to stay here, I don’t want to go home.” Kuroo looks away as he says it.

“See, Sir Kuroo doesn’t want to go home. You guys should stop.”

Mayuri keeps on pushing the idea away.

Some at the office shakes their head.

“You don’t understand, Mayuri-san.” Some from the office can’t take it anymore.

“Sir, I know you’re busy, and I know you work hard, but it is also important to have time on your wife. Especially on her special day. I don’t know if you forget, but it’s your wife’s birthday today.

“Shit.” Kuroo finally realizes.

“I have to go!” He runs away grabbing his coat at his chair.

Mayuri ‘s face is disappointed and such.

Kuroo scrolled his phone and read Hina’s texts this morning until this afternoon.

He drives in the city to find some shop who sells cakes or flowers. But he failed.

He then finds a small shop who sells cakes but the only available one is already a sliced red velvet cake. He doesn’t have a choice but to buy it.

Exactly 10 PM when Kuroo arrived at their house.

The whole house is already quiet, and when he looks at the kitchen, he finds the foods she prepared. And even the fish that he likes.

Somehow, his heart felt pain.

Remembering the years they celebrated her birthday outside. He never fails to make her smile every year.

He can’t imagine the whole day she’s waiting for him and all he did is think about his work and forgetting her.

When he entered their room, he saw her laying on their bed and asleep.

He already noticed her teary eyes.

He can’t help but wiped it away, causing her to wake up.

“Tetsu, you came home.” She smiles brightly.

“I hope i’m not that late, but Happy Birthday, Hina.”

“It’s okay, it’s still my birthday.” she assured him.

“I’m sorry I can’t buy you any presents or cake this year. But here.”

Kuroo handed her the box of the slice cake.

“It’s only a red velvet slice, but I promise I’ll buy-”

Kuroo stops mid-sentence, because Hina suddenly cries.

Her tears won’t stop, even after she wipes it of.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t help it. But thank you, for still remembering it, Tetsuro.”

Hearing his name makes him feel weak. Looking at her small figure, crying and appreciating while holding the cheapest gift I ever gave her, like it’s the most expensive gift she ever got.

“Thank you, thank you so much.” She smiles while crying.

Kuroo smiles and hugs her.

Hina on the other hand is so contented, to the gift she received from his husband. **A/N updates every FRIDAY..** Thank you guys for still reading it, hoping that you still likes it. I wanna know what you think about the story. And belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY to KUROO TETSUROU (Nov 17)

#KUROO #kuroo testuro #kuroo x you #kuroo x reader #kuroo fanfic #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#kuroo haikyuu #Kenma Kozume #daishou suguru #yamaka mika

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years ago

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This is a personal opinion but from where I see it the Given movie and the anime itself definitely was... something that I would question because somethings just.. didn't make sense to me. The development of the Characters were either super fast or super slow and it made the pacing really really weird for me idk. But I do think that a huge reason so many people love the Given movie is because of the fact that when you compare Given to OTHER JP BL animes, there's very very slight improvement in terms of the story itself of Given. Is the story poorly executed? Fucking hell, who the hell is going to say no here. But is it better then some of the JP BLs out there? That's depended on how you view BL to be. For a lot of people things like Super Lovers or Hitorijime My Hero are super unbearable to watch because it's "problematic" (which honestly okay, you do you BB) which then leads them to look for BL animes that DON'T have such "themes." Leading them to actually liking things poorly executed but just "not problematic", Given for example.

Given is “not problematic”? Debatable.

Their first kiss was right after Mafuyu finally had a courage to sing a song about his ex who commited a suicide. ???

Problematic doesn’t only mean stuff like “he’s underage”. What about using someone to get over your grief or getting into a relationship with someone who is still not over his ex death and is vulnerable at the moment? Is this suddenly “not problematic” bc they’re same age and he haven’t pushed him into a wall in throws of passion?

To me it’s not even about the fact if it’s problematic or not (it’s rarely not tho, no matter what ppl think), it’s about whether its believable and feels genuine or not. It depends on many factors: situation, characters past, traumas, etc, etc. It depends on the story and how you write it.

Change some stuff and it’s gonna be a completely different thing. Make it like Uenoyama only hugged Mafuyu after the song, even tho he wanted to kiss him, but knows that it’s not the right moment. Make Mafuyu heal first, make Uenoyama be in his own angst that he loves Mafuyu so much for example, but cares about him recover more, so he doesn’t expect for it to go somewhere, then he tries to date someone and Mafuyu first starts getting out there, when he feels like he can start trying again. Someday he gets sick and Uenoyama cancels his date to take care of him even tho it’s nothing serious and then the realization comes. Make Mafuyu kiss him first and take the first step. This would’ve changed everything so much. He should’ve made the first step when he was ready, this would’ve felt so right. Uenoyama kissing him after that song is just.. it feels, I was like ehhhmmm.. weird?

Seeing someone saying that Given is a masterpiece is hilarious to me. The fact that it includes heavy themes like suicide, doesn’t make it a masterpiece, esp when it’s handled this badly. Once again, if you pick such thing as a base for a love story, do it right then, not in a “bibbidi bobbidi boo” kind of thing.

BL or not BL, any relationships, it depends on whether you watch it and it feels plausable or not.

For example, if Yuu says that he can’t live with Mika, my tongue won’t even twist to call it “unhealthy” or be like “dude why”. But if some high schooler in slice of life anime who has a caring family tried to end himself bc his two weeks friend left him, I would’ve yelled “bitch go see a doctor”.

Depending on the story you can sell some feelings or not.

Nezumi and Shion are also problematic according to ppl’s logic these days. But I 100% believe they’re each other’s true loves. Only 11 episodes and it’s sold.

In Given I didn’t believe it. Bc it’s ridiculous, ok? It wasn’t the right place or time to start this relationship. It is not a new love story, it’s just a sad story.

Given movie is slightly better compared to other japanese BL? Why would you offend Sekaiichi Hatsukoi, Uragiri wa boku no namae, No.6 and many others?

Also better where? They kept the same old “’stop, i don’t want to’, but he did it anyway” stuff AND on top of that the story sucks.

The way he used him knowing very well that he was unrequitedly in love with him for so long is so disgusting that it leaves a much grosser feeling than many yaois combined. You’re saying “it’s slightly better” bc they’re of age or don’t have an age difference? I don’t get it. It somehow makes everything better?

No, thanks. I’d rather watch Onodera sleep with Takano in high school with them being genuinely into each other and it going great than whatever happened in the Given movie. I don’t care if they’re both 18 there, it made me feel bad.

I didn’t feel bad, when Wei Wuxian thought “why the fuck didn't I have sex with Lan Zhan back when I was 15? I've really pissed away all my days, haven't I?”. I wonder why is that.

Like what you’re saying here is that their opinion on BL is so low that they automatically would give it 10 out of 10 bc it’s slightly better than smth that they find “unbearable” to watch? What kind of evaluation is that exactly? Maybe also let’s compare each anime to “boku no pico”, then everything will look like a masterpiece.

Like excuse me for the fact that when I watch some shonen-ai and yaoi, I judge it the same way I judge any other genre and any other relationships (hetero or gay) in animes. On a scale whether I care or don’t care, whether I believe that they love each other or don’t, whether it’s a good story or not. I don’t get what it means “it’s good for yaoi”. It’s just not good. This movie is trash, I mean, the relationship in it is trash. Who the fuck cares gay or not gay. Trash relationships are trash. Bad story is a bad story. Whether it’s a bad gay story or a bad hetero story, I don’t give a shit.

The reason I’m more into boy on boy ships is because I love the relationships there more than relationships in most heterosexual couples. My fav hetero ships are either “from hate/attraction to love” stories like “gone with the wind”, “anastasia” or “pride and prejudice” or stuff like “equals without pink goo, who only see each other and don’t need no one else and would die for each other, epic soulmates” like Richard and Kahlan. In anime 99% of those fit bromances, not romances. Like I don’t find Midoriya/Uraraka appealing at all for a reason that “she said ‘hi’, he blushed as a tomato, now they’re supposed to be each other’s romantic interests” is not what I find romantic. I find romantic the fact that Todoroki is forever devoted to Midoriya bc he knows he’s amazing and is not afraid to say it; and he’ll always be there for him when he needs him, no matter what it is, him just sitting there crying, some villain trying to kill him or if he’s too late out ther grossery shopping. Uraraka most of the times doesn’t even care where he is.

Most hetero romantic animes, I just find ridiculous, too cheesy and unrealistic and I’m not ready to watch 50 episodes for them to hold hands. I’m not in that age and I also never found things like this romantic before either. Stuff like Kisa/Yukine, when you meet someone, find him attractive, wanna fuck him, then fall in love accidentally.. yeah, that’s understandable to me. Stuff like Takano/Onodera “I was an naive idiot in high school, but now life made me a sassy bitch and I can’t open up to people as easily” also yes, relatable.

When you’re turning into a tomato bc someone said “penis” and think holding hands will take your virginity or smth, that’s not my thing.

So when I watch BL, I expect more, not less. So if it’s bad, I just say it’s bad, I’m not gonna be like “hmm... unproblematic... then 10/10″ like what?

1stly, even “little mermaid” and “cinderella” are problematic.

2ndly everyone is so focused on purity these days, like storyline don’t matter at all. It’s like any great love story is automatically trash if they have age difference. Any trash love story is great, if they don’t?

Let’s then also rate “Dororo” as 1, bc it’s like 24 episodes of them falling for each other while she’s 11 and he’s 16. Wow, such gross relationships they have during the whole story. Doesn’t matter that she grew up at the end of the last episode, the whole anime she’s a child. And let’s rate Noragami 0, bc 2000 years old perverted Yato is into 15 year olds.

No one has to fuck asap (heck even in the same hella problematic “Super Lovers” you talk about, Haru refused to fuck Ren even tho he was 17 in s2 and wanted to fuck another guy) and the rule “you can only fall in love after 18″ doesn’t exist. Also underage is not BL thing, it’s all anime thing. It’s time to shut it already. There are zillions of age gap couples out there who are great. Hyakkimaru waited for Dororo to grow up, it’s fine, seriously, they love each other in the right way, he didn’t want to fuck her when she was 11, okay? They did love each other tho already then. Pls excuse them for that.

3rdly, some relationship that ppl here call unproblematic are 20 times more problematic, than what they call problematic.

4tly, why the heck it’s like couples who have an amazing character and relationship progression, who love each other to death and will do anything for each other, ppl go: “wow, at the very beginning, he grabbed his wrist, he needs to go to jail”. Meanwhile a relationship who has no base, no story, no logical progression, no anything are “yes, best love story in the world”. Yeah... who cares if it feels like it’s all been pulled out of an ass and doesn’t make sense, very healthy tho.

It sounds lately like if most ppl here had two stories in front of them and one would be about two men who just met and the next day one proposed and they lived happily ever after and 2nd would be some complicated incredible story with a natural progression of the relationship, but they yelled at each other once, they’d be like “1st is better”. Well, not to me, no.

#answered #anonymous #anime

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thenextchapter22 · 4 years ago

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Hell is not the best place to have a fever

Description: Mika is sick, and then Lucifer looks after her, and then Asmo does only he also makes her feel good in other ways. (Basically: Sickfic turned Smut)

Warnings: NSFW, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering

Pairing(s): Asmodeus/OFC, Slight Lucifer/OFC

Word Count: 6,720

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: So I decided to post all my works from AO3 here just because I am a needy little bitch so I hope you enjoy reading :D

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It was too bright and too hot. She felt like she was dying.

Mika groaned as she woke up, licking her chalky chapped lips. Her body was on fire and still her body shook as if freezing. Instantly Mika knew she was sick.

Usually that meant she would call out of her job in the human world and take some time off to rest. But here in the Devildom she had school, and calling out would mean speaking to Lucifer, and speaking to Lucifer meant explaining she why she wasn’t going, and then it would lead to a whole thing that would end up with her being smothered by all the brothers for comfort and which, yes, she loved to be cuddled when she was sick, and she was a bit whiny and needy too. So really it wasn’t a problem, but she didn’t want to inconvenience anyone.

Mika groaned, coughing a bit as she did. It was only going to get worse. She had a fever, she could tell, and her stomach was starting to cramp up. She took deep breathes that were thick and hot and came from a clogged phlegmy throat.

“Mika?”

She froze, nerves tingly with icy fear. Oh no. It was Lucifer at her door. She felt her heart pounding. Please don’t come in, I don’t want you to see me like this. Because she must have looked a total disaster, her face flushed and lips chapped, and no doubt the room stank. Her hair was probably a rat’s nest, and she felt it and, yeah, it was run-down and sticky with her sweat.

There were three firm knocks. “You’re going to be late to class. I let the missed breakfast slide, but I will not tolerate any classes to be skipped.”

She cleared her throat before answering. “I’ll be there soon!” She winced. That fucking hurt.

There was silence. Then, another knock. Softer. “May I come in.” The tone suggested it was not a question.

Again, freaking out, and her stomach lurched along with her fear. Lucifer could not see her this way. She admired him too much for all he had done for his brothers and herself, and he would not want to look after a sick human. No matter how much she wanted him to hold her close and make her feel better.

“I’ll be out soon. Give me a few minutes please.”

It seemed speaking alone exhausted her, because she started panting. It was too hot, and her chest ached. Panic settled in when her stomach burned, and she held her mouth with her hand, and her stomach with her other pressing it roughly in punishment. Begging it not to do what it was trying to. But it was harder than she thought and her body was weak. She got up fast when the burning came to her throat in seconds and ran to the bathroom where she tossed open the toilet seat and let out pure stomach acid. It burned hot in her mouth and esophagus. Her knees throbbed from when she all but fell down onto them, and her hair was falling in the way about to get vomit all over it. She really hated throwing up. Misery built up inside her like a burning flame.

Two black gloved hands suddenly appeared, helping pull strands away from her face. Lucifer’s presence behind her was quick to make her feel better and she almost relaxed back against him. But then she remembered she did not want him to see her this way. It was disgusting human stuff and just private stuff she should be dealing with on her own.

He spoke sweetly to her. “Let it out, my dear. It’s almost over.” He knelt, yes, Lucifer knelt beside her, one hand keeping her hair back, the other gently stroking across her forehead. She saw out of the corner of her eye as she spit out the last of her vomit that he was frowning, and his eyes were… sad? But she was too focused on the pain in her throat, head, and, hell, her whole body, to really think too attentively on it.

He flushed the toilet as she moved away. Her nose was leaking and her eyes watered. Her limbs were jelly. She sighed, closed her eyes, and a head rush came on quick, lights burning behind her eyes. If it wasn’t for a gentle hand at her neck she would’ve fallen back.

“I have you.”

Lucifer turned the faucet on from his position with his long arms, and Mika watched with bleary stingy eyes as he wet a cloth, and then wiped over her forehead first. The cool wet sensation was nice and she hummed at the good feeling. A shinning spot in her pain. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, lifting the damp cloth across her mouth to wet away anything left. Her lips tingled. He gently pat under her nose, and she wiggled it, his eyes crinkled as she did.

“Thanks,” Mika whispered. It sounded awful to her own ears and hurt just as much. Embarrassed at having Lucifer, a Lord of the Devildom, wipe at her puke and snot. But it was nice, too.

“Hush, you can barely speak. No more talking, do you understand me?” Lucifer spoke firmly,

She pressed her lips together, and nodded slowly. Honestly, not talking was okay with her.

“Good girl.” He reached down to her, grabbed and lifted her up in his arms with quick grace, and she gasped, clinging to his back with one arm, lightheaded. “Your bed is filthy. Come, we are going to my room so you can rest.”

She sniffed, and buried her face in his chest. The sway in his arms of her body made her sleepy, like a baby being rocked, and she felt herself dozing off.

“Oh no, is Mika unwell?”

She turned her face, and saw Asmodeus walking their way. She blinked blearily at him. She waved with her hand on her lap and saw the Avatar of Lust grin for a split second.

Lucifer nodded. “She is. I expect you to take notes in classes for her. Pass the word on to the others as well.”

“Of course!” Asmo peered down at you, and pouted his lips. “Poor deary. I wish you the quickest recovery.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, Lucifer growling low in his throat. She smiled softly because she knew how protective Lucifer was.

“Asmodeus…” Lucifer warned.

Asmo winked at her. “Bye-bye, little Mika, make sure Lucifer takes good care of you. If he doesn’t, you know where I am.” He strolled away, humming to himself as he did.

Mika was brought into Lucifer’s room. It was dimly light, and soft music played from a record player. Classical music, she thought, but it was different. The Devildom’s version perhaps? She sighed, and lolled her head back. Thinking was too hard, she was exhausted.

Lucifer chuckled. “Don’t sleep yet, pet. First I want to get you comfortable. Here we are.” He sat her down on his bed before he walked away, and wow was it soft and squishy. She pressed her hands down, and knew she’d want to stay in this room forever just lying on the bed. She felt like she was turning into Belphegor.

“I’d prefer you to eat before you sleep, but I think you may just vomit again so we will avoid that mess. Here’s some water instead.”

She happily drank the cup of cold water that was handed to her. It was nice on her throat. Sighing in relief, she lay back against the soft sheets and pillows behind her head with his help.

“Thank you,” she said.

His form hovered over her head, and he tutted at her, one finger over her lips. She noticed his gloves were gone, and his fingers were cool to the warm chapped feeling of her mouth. “No speaking, remember? Heal that poor throat.”

She blushed. He was right, though. All she wanted to do was sleep. Which was odd, as it was morning, not night. But her body and mind was ready to rest for a while.

He sat at her side, then. Lucifer’s fingers softly stroked her hair and he did this for a few minutes. The feeling was rhythmic, hypnotizing her into dreaming. She listened to the music he had on, feeling his presence beside her. Just knowing he was there made her feel comfortable, safe. He was the strongest of all the brothers. He was taking care of her. His soft fingers combing her hair, nails occasionally scratching her scalp soothingly, she had never felt so relaxed when ill before.

“Sleep now, my darling Mika,” he whispered.

And she did.

Mika woke up slowly, groggily. Body aching, and worst of all sticky. The sheets beneath her she could feel were cool with her own sweat that soaked in an imprint which she immediately moved away from. Vaguely she recalled waking up before, delirious and too hot, and feeling soft cool touches to her face and neck, hearing sweet words from a kind voice. It had to have been a high fever and the outcome was this incredibly sore feeling all over.

“Good morning,” a soft deep voice said at her side, making her flinch. “I’m glad to see you awake and lucid… somewhat.” The voice chucked.

Glancing over, and getting her bleary eyes to focus, it was Lucifer. He carried a tray with glasses and other items. He wore a small smile on his handsome face, and if she looked deeply she could see some dark smudges under his eyes indicating he did not sleep well (no doubt remnants of caring for her fevered self the night before).

He set the tray at the stand beside the bed, and held out a glass of ice water to her. “Drink, you must be very thirsty.”

She just hummed, licking her lips that tasted awful, sour and dry. Water sounded amazing. She reached for the water glass, hand shaking. He simply took her hand, guided it back down, and after helping her sit up amongst a mound of comfy pillows thankfully not sweat-ridden, he helped her drink the ice cool liquid. Immediately her throat felt soothed, and she swished it in her mouth to get rid of the nasty flavor.

Lucifer gently wiped away stuck hair from her cheeks, and Mika sighed at his touch. No matter how many times he put his hands on her, she would never tire of it, gentle or not.

He kept a hand over her cheek, thumb soothingly stroking her skin with his cool glove. He looked at her like she was the most fragile thing he’d ever seen. “I’ve brought you some medicine from the human world and some potions as well. Satan and I made sure that none of these medicines combined would negatively affect you. Take this,” he said, setting a glass of purple thick stuff in her hand, the glass shaking just a bit in her grip.

She turned her lip up at it, and begged him with her eyes. The smell was terrible, bitter and like it was burnt. “I hate medicine. I hate potions even more. I really don’t want this, Luci.”

He chuckled, darkly, and it was terrifying. “Always so stubborn even when ill. But this is not up for debate, my dear.”

She eyed the tray, where some tablets lay as well as a cloth and thermometer. But the worst thing of all was in her hands. Who would ever want to drink this stuff? She’d rather suffer through another session of vomiting up her own insides. “I’ll take the advil or whatever that is, but not the… gloopy stuff.”

He shook his head. “Your fever isn’t as high as it was last night, but you must take this to prevent it from returning and,” he titled his head, then said, “willingly would be best.”

She glared at him, albeit weakly, and they had about a minute of a stare down. Her eyes watered a bit, she did blink but having to focus on one thing was hard. Lucifer’s eyes glowed red the entire time, his arms folded casually, his stance as still as could be, and she realized she could not beat the firstborn demon brother when she was so weak in a staring contest (she could activate the pact, but honestly it wouldn’t have much strength right now most likely).

Mika’s shoulder’s fell, and she internally groaned. “Fine.”

He grinned devilishly. He really loved winning, she thought. “Thank you, Mika.”

After taking the awful medicine and gagging, Lucifer cooing at her to which she glared, she sat back with a yawn.

“Now I unfortunately have some business with Diavolo today that I simply cannot delay in, so I asked Asmodeus to watch over you. If you’d like to stay here, you’re more than welcome. But I think he said he wanted to give you a soothing bath for your aching body if you’d like me to take you to his room?”

She sighed. “That sounds wonderful.”

Asmodeus’s bathroom was extravagant and everything you would expect him to have. It was the size of her bedroom. She had been there with him a few times before going to The Fall as he had a vanity mirror with many beauty products lined up that any girl would dream of having. She also had been in there to have bath sex for the first time, and it was absolutely glorious. 10 out of 10, would do it again in a heartbeat.

Lucifer helped her change into some more comfortable clothes, sweatshirt and pants with underwear but no bra—bras were not to be worn when ill, she told him. The walk to his room was long even with Lucifer helping her walk and eventually she got lightheaded so he lifted her into his arms halfway through. She let him this time, but really it was only because she knew she wouldn’t be seeing him for a while and the close contact was nice. Diavolo usually took him away for at least half the day when he needed him and getting any attention from Lucifer made Mika happy.

Just as they got to their destination, Asmo opened the door before they could knock. He looked up and down at them, and raised his brows with a large shining smile. “Well, this is the second time I’ve seen you in Lucifer’s arms, Mika! How lucky you are.”

Mika couldn’t help but grin. Asmo’s teasing always made her smile. “I really am the luckiest girl.”

Lucifer sighed. “Here.” And he had the audacity to pass her into Asmo’s arms like a doll. She huffed, but allowed it. Only because Asmo was wearing a soft pink robe and it felt nice to cuddle into it. Also, she felt tingly inside being passed from one man to another when both were so damn hot.

“I’ve given her a few potions, but she will need more in a few hours. I’ll send a little D with them when the times comes.” Lucifer leaned down to her face, and kissed her cheek. As usual, his gaze softened when looking at just her. He was so close she could smell his cologne, her senses heightened. “Rest well, my darling.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Luci,” she whispered.

“Aahh, so cute,” Asmo cooed. “Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll make sure our precious petal is taken care of!”

“I know you will not let me down.”

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Entering Asmodeus’s room was like entering a different world. From the dark colors outside in the House of Lamentation, to the bright pinks and orange hues in his room, and all the expensive and shiny looking things laid about. It was a drastic change from, say, Lucifer’s room which was more gothic, or Levi’s which was aquatic. She only hated Satan’s room as there was never any room to sit, but the smell of books always comforted her though.

“I’ve got a wonderful bath running for you with only the best oils and bath bombs I had,” Asmo said after shutting the door. He carried her to the lavish bathroom adjoined to his room, the only one that was so large, and set her on the cushioned bench on one wall. The room was steaming and felt warm and homey, and the dim yellow and pink lights dancing overhead made her feel sleepy and soft.

He crouched down at her, and smiled at the adorable sight she made. Her cheeks were flushed. “Lavender with milk and honey, it’ll make your skin soft and take away all those aches. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

Mika had to admit, it really did. “Thanks so much, Asmo. You didn’t have to do all this for me.”

He pouted, long fingers dancing over her cheekbones and forehead, and gently under her eyes which she closed as he did. “You look so tired, petal. Come, let’s get you undressed and into the tub now.” He stood up, and held out his hands, clenching and un-clenching them. “Arms up.”

Nudity in front of any of them at the beginning of her stay was scary, but she trusted Asmo not to do anything without her consent. Plus, she had the pact as a backup if she could really harness her strength into a command. And after having sex with most of the demon brothers, she came to appreciate her body more and realize that to them she was beautiful no matter what so she wasn’t all that shy.

And she really didn’t think she could do it herself without getting super tired, and a bath in Asmo’s tub was pure luxury. No way was she not going to take one.

So she did as he said, albeit shakily. He hummed and carefully pulled the sweater off her. “My, my, no bra, my sweet? What are you trying to tell me,” he giggled.

She rolled her eyes (which hurt as she did) and laughed softly. “You know me. Always ready for anything.”

He bopped her nose once, and she twitched it in response. “I know you are.”

Getting her pants and underwear off was harder, but eventually they did. Then he helped her step into the large tub which really was more like a small pool. She sighed, or practically moaned honestly, and sank until her nose and eyes were all that was above water.

“Don’t go drowning on me now, dear Mika. Lucifer will have my head on a silver platter if anything were to happen to you under my care.”

She turned to him, and blinked slowly. She felt heavy with all the steam getting to her. He was stepping into the water beside her, sitting on the steps. He wore swim trunks that were glittery pink and outlined his physique wonderfully, plus is showed his dick off in it well. She assumed he would be wearing a thong or speedo.

“I won’t sink,” she murmured.

She let out a sigh and felt her muscles loosening. Her body felt lighter than it had in a long time.

“Ah, I forgot to mention I added a little something extra to the waters. It’s supposed to help relax all the muscles and create a sense of calm. Perhaps I put too much?” He grinned wickedly.

She made a sound in the back of her throat, and leaned back against the tub. Uh oh, maybe he did put too much as she felt herself falling backwards.

Until, there was a warm body behind her instead, protecting her head with soft hands. “I’ve got you, love.”

She kept her eyes shut, smothering her cheek into his abs. “’anks.” He smelt so good, she couldn’t help but nuzzle him a bit.

He laughed, fingers running through her wet locks. “Let’s get you all washed up now that you're less tense.”

And he started scrubbing her hair with his wonderful fingers. She felt like she was in heaven. “Fuck, that’s nice. ‘s like ‘m at a massage parlor.”

“Mmm. I am fantastic with my fingers, as you well know.”

She blushed. She did know.

“Do you want mint and rosemary shampoo, or I have vanilla milk and papaya?”

She shrugged, feeling warm and sleepy with him behind her, and the hot oiled water surrounding her. She really did not care much, but saying that would hurt Asmo’s feelings.

She liked mint shampoo at the salons when she got her hair done. “First one?”

He scratched her scalp in thought, again causing Mika to sigh in happiness at the attention. “Hm. We’ll do the mint shampoo, and then the strawberry and rose conditioner. Oh, you’re gonna smell so sweet I just won’t be able to let you leave my sight~”

She laughed softly. Then he did his magic and Mika almost passed out from pure pleasure of soapy mint fingers scratching over her head. She felt her insides melting into goo, and literally slipping under almost like she was in a trance. The mint smelled good, and it perked her up a bit from the lethargy the water was giving her momentarily. She could have sworn he was using his powers, but she did not feel aroused, more like she felt sated but wanting more.

He hummed as he worked through her hair, untangling and scrubbing. Warm water was poured with his hands over her hair, and he ran his fingers through it to get all the minty soap out. But it was hard to do because Asmo had to pull her body up twice as she sunk down deeper, feeling relaxed and almost like dead weight.

As he then started to apply the strawberry conditioner to her newly washed hair, he said with some frustration in his tone, “Darling, you’re really making it difficult to pamper you.”

He sighed in frustration and guided her between his legs, clamping his own against her thighs. She felt the push against her legs, but it wasn’t hard, just enough to keep her there.

And suddenly she felt overwhelmed. With all the smells assaulting her senses and her sensitive body being caressed over and over, it was no wonder. His words certainly did not help her feel good inside. She felt bad, he was being so nice and she was ruining it. So she wasn’t surprised when she felt herself crying silently.

He stopped massaging the conditioner into her hair, the atmosphere tense. He dunked his hands under the water to wash away the soap, and gently pulled her face to turn to his with a light pinch of her chin with his thumb and forefinger. His eyes glowed in concern at her tears. “Petal, please don’t cry. I'm sorry for what I said, you cannot help it and that's okay, I'm right here to help. We’ll be done in a few minutes, then we can cuddle in bed and I’ll braid your hair. Sounds good, yeah?” He spoke softly.

She sniffed, and nodded once. “’mkay.”

“Oh, sweet Mika. Are you feeling poorly again, or just sleepy?” he crooned, the thumb on her chin rubbing soothingly.

Honestly, her head was a bit fuzzy, but her body wasn’t aching and her stomach was fine. She shrugged. “Both?” Then, as if knowing what she just said, she held her stomach as it rumbled, the sensation running through her entire midsection.

Asmo laughed, and it sounded like chimes. “You must be starving to make such sounds. That was almost as loud as Beel’s in the morning.”

She pursed her lips, and shook out of his hold on her face. She wiped at her eyes, her arms tired from the small action. “Mean.” She faced the water below, and looked at the suds and bubbles. She was actually starting to get an appetite back, and food sounded good.

“I’ll have some light food for you once we finish here.”

She murmured her thanks, and he finished with the conditioner in her hair. It was nice smelling, reminding her of summer breezes in the human world in flower fields, with a hint of sweetness from the strawberries.

He abruptly stood up and took her with him, taking her out of the trance she was about to drop into. She grunted at the sudden movement of arms under her own, somewhat dragging her up as she was such dead weight.

The shock of air hit her body and she winced, and felt herself turning sluggish. “Next time,” she nearly slurred, leaning her nude body against his, “don’t add that stuff.”

He smiled small. And she got the feeling it was not an accident to make her this way.

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There was nothing like laying down on Asmo’s plush bed with too many pillows after a luxurious soak in his amazing bathtub. Mika wore his soft light purple robe he had her borrow (because “you are not wearing those hideous sweatpants in my presence anymore deary”) and his silky black boxers. Her muscles had never felt so loose before, she couldn’t stand upright for long when she initially got out of the bathtub. Was she on drugs? Did Asmodeus drug her? Is this what being on drugs was like? She wondered. But no, he wouldn’t do that. Not without asking first at least.

Asmodeus was sitting off the side of the bed next to her, humming as he arranged some food on a plate for her that a little D brought in. He wore a similar robe and boxer set, but his were silky and nearly see through.

She reclined back against the fluffy mound of pillows even deeper on the canopy bed, and said with a sigh, “I’m glad we don’t have school and that it’s the weekend. I would feel bad for missing anymore.”

Asmo turned his head and gave her a stern look, which, to be frank, on him was absolutely adorable. “Mika, you’re ill. And you missed one day. There’s no way Lucifer would let you go to RAD when you’re sick, darling. He cares for you too much. Don’t feel that way either, you’ll always have us to help you catch up on missed work. Well, all of us except Mammon.” He winked, and she giggled.

“Yeah, you’re right. Thanks.” She stared up at the canopy top, and noticed it had little flecks of sparkles in it that began glimmering in the light. It was really pretty, like anything of Asmo’s wouldn’t be pretty to look at, though.

“I know I am. Here Mika, say ah~”

Mika turned, and there was a piece of fruit shoved at her lips. She bit it and hummed, it tasted good. “What is it?”

“It’s a melon of some sort… not sure!” He shrugged, grabbing another in his delicate hand. This one was yellow with small orange spots, the size of a small sugar cube. She opened her mouth and took the whole piece. “Is it good?”

She licked her lips from the juices. “Mhhm, yeah it is.”

His eyes gleamed as he watched her lips. As he basically eyed her, she eyed the small plate, curious of other fruits, and then pursed her lips when she saw a small vial. It had purple liquid and she knew exactly what it was.

Nope. Mika was not taking it.

She attempted to reach for a piece of fruit herself, really intending on sneaking the vial and hiding it, but Asmo slapped her hand lightly and she drew it back with a small hiss. Her plan was ruined.

“Don’t be naughty now.” He waged his finger. She gaped, wondering if he knew what she was going to do. “Eat some more fruit and then rest a bit. Taking that nasty potion without food is not ideal, I know from experience.”

Feeding her a few more pieces of cut up fruit of all different shades, Mika was feeling good, and it was like she was being treated like royalty. Her body was relaxed, and Asmo’s aura was even more so. She bit at his fingers jokingly once and laughed when he took revenge by smearing purple juice on her nose. She went crossed eyed as he did it.

Asmodeus laughed at her, crying out, “So cute!” and kissed her nose, then he preceded to lick it like a kitten would.

She turned beet red. His eyes alone caused a reaction in her, but his tongue on her body? That was a whole different feeling together.

But it seemed he was just teasing (like usual) because suddenly his fingers were combing through her still wet locks, twirling them around. “Can I braid your hair, petal? If I braid it now it’ll be curly when it fully dries and you’ll look so gorgeous all my brothers will eat you up.”

Chuckling, Mika nodded. “Sure. As long as I don’t actually get eaten.”

“Mmm, well, I can’t guarantee Beel won’t. Now turn around for me, dear.”

She was turned around at his direction, back to Asmo’s chest in his spread legs, her own crisscross style. Having his elegant fingers in her hair again was nice, and she shut her eyes, feeling the tugs and pulls. It was like a sick spa day.

Her body was leaning back more and more, and she couldn’t tell if it was still from the bath or from her sickness taking its toll again. Or even just Asmo’s aura, even though his powers didn’t technically have any effect on her, he still did. But he had to readjust her a few times with his hands taking turns from her braid, to instead press her against him right so he could do her hair.

And she couldn’t help it, she felt bad for making him pull her all over the place. “Sorry,” she murmured. “M just really… relaxed…”

He laughed breathlessly in her ear, the heat making her head spin a bit. “It’s all right.” He grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her body back to where he wanted. With just one hand on her bare skin beneath the robe, warm and soft. She made a “omf” sound as he did it so fast, but he quickly put his fingers back into her hair, and was done in no time at all.

“There! You look like a princess, so beautiful. Not like you didn’t before.” He tugged on the single braid playfully.

“Are you my prince, then?” she asked breathlessly. Having his hands all over her so much the past hour or so was getting to her. Being pressed close to him again made her skin tingle, and she might have just felt the boxers she wore get wet from her pussy dripping. Although, usually when she was close with most of the brothers she got at least a little bit wet. Especially with a certain eldest brother.

“Of course! Have I not always been your prince, darling?”

She smiled softly, and turned her head to kiss his cheek. “You are.” Do orgasms help when sick? She hoped so.

He encompassed his legs around her a bit more once he turned her around in his lap to face one another. “My sweet Mika.” He smiled with no teeth, and then sighed like he regretted what he was about to say next. “Now, I know you hate the stuff, and I do, too. I remember when I got sick from eating too much of that chocolate Beel got from the human realm and I had to take something similar. Lucifer is pretty adamant with this. Just try not to breath and it’ll be better.”

She frowned. What a twist, from being aroused to being forced to take awful medicine. “But—can I just have the human medicine now? I don’t have a fever anymore.”

He hummed, and pressed his forehead to hers. “I don’t know, you feel a bit hot to me.”

She shuddered. Even though his powers did not affect her, she still felt attraction and she was sensitive right now. Plus, his lips were right there, and he was the best kisser.

“Mhh, you smell so sweet. But before things escalate, take your medicine first.”

She huffed, and pouted profusely. He stared at her, his gaze lingering on her mouth, and lifted his hand and pressed his single index finger to her bottom lip, pulled it down, watching it pop back. She felt herself exhale shakily, and just stopped a groan from leaving her lips.

Asmo let his hand drop, a smile on his face and his eyes practically neon with power. He took the vile from the plate discarded to the side of the bed, bare of the fruit. He popped the cork and tipped it to her lips. “Drink up.”

She again opened her mouth for him again, as she would most likely always do, and swallowed the disgusting potion. It would be the last time she took it, and not even Lucifer could tell her any different. “Blegh!”

He smirked at her then, and gave her some water from his nightstand to help. “Sorry, my darling. How about I make you forget about that nasty taste, yeah? Would my tongue help?”

She tilted her head up, braid falling back. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

He leaned closer. Mika’s body leaned closer in return, her chest to his. The air felt hot, static-y. All that separated them from being bare against once another was the two thin robes. “Please kiss me?”

His mouth was soft on her own, and a bit wet from him licking them in anticipation. He pressed her down to the bed, using his tongue to pull her lips apart gently as he positioned her. She let him lick in her mouth for a moment, just lying there, pliant.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured on her mouth.

She cried as he bit her lower lip too hard, hips raising off the bed to meet his. “Ah! Asmo…”

“Hmm. I’ll be gentle, darling, I promise.”

And then he was kissing her cheeks, sliding down and down until he was at her lower half, on his knees. She realized her legs spread far apart automatically, and glancing down at him she really wanted his mouth on her.

He read her mind, because he asked, “Can I taste you here?” He parted the robe, and smiled seductively up at her. His fingers ran over her clothed clit, circling.

She cried at the touch, her body hot. Her head flew back, hands clawing bedsheets. “Please please, yes!”

“So reactive, I love what I do to you. I barely even touched your little clit, and look at you.”

Mika felt her bottom half raising off the bed, searching for his mouth, or something. His words made her burn even more, it was like a fire struck inside of her, and she was needing relief

“Let’s get you out of these now.” He tore through his own clothes she wore, and her lower half was in open air. She was totally nude. “How wet you are, glistening really.”

He kissed at her hipbone, suckling a small hickey there. His hand massaged her other hip, fingers sly and dancing over her thigh. Teasing, and making her leak more. Kissing a pathway down to the inside of her thigh, he used his other hand to pull her leg up, and then hot air blew on her folds.

She threw her hands down to grab his hair when he pressed his tongue flat on her and licked up. It was a rough pressure and she felt it down through her legs, making her tense up even with the way her body felt like goo. “Asmo, yes, ng!”

“My sweet petal, you taste divine,” he whispered against her pussy lips. His tongue pointed and flicked at her clitoris then, a rapid movement. She pulled on his hair, and shoved her hips up to meet his mouth better, which was difficult with the fact that he held on of her legs. “Ah, yes, use my face.”

“Inside, please, want your tongue in me,” she begged. Her eyes shut tight, and she tossed her head to the side, biting her own lip.

He bit her clit then, and she cried loudly, gripping his hair very hard. She let go and moved her grip to the bed sheets instead. One hand still holding her leg up by her thigh stayed, warm on her goosebumps skin and the grip wasn’t too hard. His other was on her hip, fingers circling her hipbone with softness, nails barely scraping but enough to make her gasp a little bit here and there. She felt open and bare and so wet and hot.

And that was when he really got into it. His tongue roamed outside her vagina, poking in just so, and then it was fully inside, and he flattened it and his lips sucked on her. Mika couldn’t breathe. The sensation was incredible, she felt full and wet. Her body was trembling, her core so heated. She wanted more, she wanted a bigger sensation.

He pressed his finger to her clit, and rubbed back and forth and he tongued in and out of her pussy. It was good, so so good, but she wanted something else.

She shook her head, and said, “please, I want… tongue… on my clit…”

Asmo hummed in acknowledgment and slurped away from her vagina, his hands on her leaving as well. She felt cold suddenly, but when he looked at her again she did not, she felt turned on more with his gaze so focused. “Ah, I love how straightforward you are in bed. You look so delectable, my sweet.”

She looked at him then, his face wet with her own juices, as he licked it up, fingers popping in his mouth for a quick moment to swirl and he hummed in delight. His body was lean, and on display in front of her, dark boxers with an obvious bulge. He was so gorgeous, could have anyone, and he was eating her out.

Her stomach clenched. She needed more. More from the Avatar of Lust. “Please…”

“Begging will get you everywhere, darling.” He laughed, and he never looked as bright as he did then. He went back down on her, and lifted both her legs up abruptly, and Mika gasped. He really went for it then, and the tongue on her clit was fast, so fast it was almost vibrating. She was climbing quick, and hard, her body shaking.

“Asmo,” she chanted over and over.

Her chest rose and fell. The noises were sloppy sounding, and it turned her on even more. Then his fingers, two, entered her and fucked in and out as he nibbled and suckled her clit vigorously.

“Come, gonna come now!” she said breathlessly.

Seconds later, with a rough pump of his fingers and a hard suckle of his lips around her swollen bundle of nerves, she was coming, pulsating around his fingers. Lights danced over her shut eyes, and her legs shook a bit. She moaned softly, riding it out with some small thrusts of her hips, Asmo letting her, and then her body dropped down from where it was pressed up to his face.

“Ah, my dear, there’s nothing quite like a good orgasm to make you feel better.”

She laughed, and pulled him down. Well, she reached for him by clenching her fingers in the air for a moment with eyes shut, and he complied, lying beside her.

“Cuddle time I’m guessing?” he teased, pinching her side.

She gasped. “Yes. ‘M tired now.”

“Ah, so I don’t get anything in return?” he asked sadly.

She frowned, and opened her eyes. “I can, I’m sorry. That’s selfish of me.”

He smiled, and bopped her nose again. “My sweet Mika. Hush though, I was only joking. You close those pretty eyes and rest now.”

She hummed, snuggling close to his chest. Thankfully he really meant that, she would know otherwise, because she could not do much else right then. “Thanks, Asmo. You’re the best.”

“Hm, yes, we all know this, but please keep saying it.” He kissed her cheek, and said softer, with pure affection in his tone, “Sweet dreams, my petal.”

#mc x lucifer #mc x asmodeus #ofc #obey me fanfic #shall we date obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #shall we date #swd #obey me #fanfiction #my fics #obey me fanfiction

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universalfanfic · 3 years ago

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I finally did it! I finally wrote the Mary/Owen first date for the RR/AMH AU! Don’t know why it took me so long, but I’m happy to have it done. And to write a bit more of the AMU Rogers siblings :)

Mary belongs to @inkoutsidethelines <3

(Also a mention of @whindsor‘s Mika. <3)

Mary had to finish the job on their picnic this afternoon. She had no more options.

Already she’d been stalling this job for too long; her years of training stumbling as something inside her wrestled with the task. But now she didn’t have a choice. And now there wouldn’t be a more perfect time to strike.

Ever since they’d touched, heard that soft music, and Owen had declared they were True Loves, he’d dropped his guard around her completely.

It still made Mary sick to her stomach.

She didn’t have a True Love. Widows didn’t. Couldn’t.

It wasn’t something she’d mentally prepared for. Wasn’t a lie she’d been trained to enact and so it had momentarily thrown her off balance. Momentarily.

Really, she needed to do this; poison Owen or set up an accident with his gryphon, before she got cold feet.

Before she started thinking too much.

Widows always finished the job.

He was waiting for her at the castle entrance, looking dapper and nervous. It was to be their first outing together. Their first time spent together with the knowledge of being True Loves.

Mary’s stomach churned but she shoved down the doubt. The creeping desire.

Widows didn’t want.

His eyes caught hers and his entire countenance shifted. He lightened. Mary let the practiced smile take over as she joined him.

“I apologize if I kept you waiting.”

“Not at all.” He responded. “In fact, I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

Mary canted her head in question and Owen rubbed the back of his neck.

“About the picnic,” he started. Mary felt unease twist in her gut. He couldn't cancel. She needed to do this now. “I tried to shake them.” He continued. “I really did. But they rallied against me, I’m afraid.”

“Shake who?”

The question was answered for her before Owen had a chance to speak.

A cacophony of sound barreled into the room and Mary stiffened. Every single one of Owen’s siblings joined them in the foyer, their faces vibrant and excited and eager.

Well. All except Emma, who glared at Mary with a persistent suspicion that wouldn’t go away.

Smart girl.

“Our dear brother’s True Love!” Maddie declared. She threw an arm around Mary’s shoulders and grinned down at her. “How could we possibly leave you two to run off on your own? Shouldn’t we also get to know Andolasia’s future queen?”

It was only her years of Red Room training that kept Mary from openly reacting. She blinked several times and shook her head. Demure. Polite.

“Oh.” She said. “I suppose I hadn’t thought about that.”

“I’m sorry, I told them to leave us be, but they’re refusing.” Owen reiterated. “I hope you don’t mind.” He turned a pointed look his siblings’ way. “They won’t be doing this for the next outing.”

Mary tilted her head up and gave Owen another practiced smile. His expression flickered briefly.

“I don’t mind at all.” She said.

Owen cleared his throat and forced himself to loosen some tension in his shoulders. Mary internally screeched. Her acting was perfect. Why were his responses so varied? What did he want from her?

But he held out an arm and Mary held back her frustration. It was an offer. At least he made no presumptions. At least he gave her a choice if she wanted to link arms or not.

But choices were dangerous things. Technically, she still didn’t have one.

She took his arm.

Mary could only think about how all her plans were currently being thrown out with the dish water as they flew on gryphon-back to their picnic destination. She mentally sifted through options as she sat with her face pressed against Owen’s back. Part of her act, her character. Not because he was warm and smelled good and hadn’t made a move to touch her yet despite being “True Loves”.

Of course not.

Her stomach twisted yet again and she hated it. She’d never felt like this on a mission before. Mary prided herself on being one of the best from the Room, and this would put all of their confidence in her in question.

But did she even want that? Did she really want them to find her useful if it meant killing Owen?

Mary shook her head and compartmentalized all her traitorous thoughts away as they landed.

The meadow they settled in was a mere opening in the surrounding trees, a seeming secret pocket filled with birdsong and sunshine. Owen removed the dangling reins from Mopsey and Mary watched as the trio of gryphons settled into the grass, ruffling and spreading their wings in the afternoon sun.

Orchestrating an accident would be incredibly hard in this situation.

“Lady Mary, do you want to sit next to me?”

Mary looked down to find Willow peering up at her. Willow’s wild curls nearly swallowed her face in their wind whipped state, but her mismatched eyes still clearly drilled into her.

“Of course, Willow. As long as Owen gets to sit next to me too.”

“Okay!”

Willow grabbed the fingers of her hand and attempted to lead her to the blanket that was spread out over the ground; Mary let her. Emma stood on the blanket and pulled Maddie down to her level to whisper something in her ear as she cast Mary another disapproving look. Whatever she said made Maddie laugh and poke Emma’s nose with a finger.

“Don’t be silly, Emma. We promised Owen our best behavior, remember?”

Owen cast his sister his own look.

“And you’re actually listening for once?”

“Hey. I can, when I put my mind to it.”

Mary situated her skirts and sat on the blanket, Willow plopped down next to her with enthusiasm. She looked ready to burst with excitement.

“So, do you like Mopsey, Lady Mary? I like Mopsey very much and I think she’s one of the very best flyers. But she’s not my favorite-favorite, because Sprinkles is my best friend and so she has to be favorite-favorite.”

“Willow, this is supposed to be an excursion for Owen and Lady Mary to get to know each other, not for you to question Lady Mary.” Grant piped up.

“I want to ask some questions.” Added Emma.

“No.” Owen’s voice rose above the rest and settled his siblings. “Grant is right, you’re not here to interrogate my True Love.”

Grant preened a bit at that and Emma scowled.

Mary cleared her throat after an awkward lull in speaking, and Owen smiled apologetically at her. His eyes searched hers and Mary swallowed back any snappy remarks that popped up in her head that would have been oh so funny to reply with. It wouldn’t be something a maid did.

Owen's gaze flickered once more at her peaceful expression and he turned to distract himself with the picnic basket next to him.

Inwardly, Mary screeched yet again.

The picnic commenced with the appearance of food and everyone quickly tucked in.

Owen must have had the cooks prepare something special for their excursion, because there looked to be a little bit of everything. Sweet bread, cured meat, fruit, and pastries. As well as some pale white bricks of what looked like rice.

Emma reached for one and Maddie swatted her hand away.

“You can have one after you eat lunch,” she said.

Willow tugged on Mary’s sleeve and leaned closer.

“My mommy invented those,” she said proudly. “You should certainly try one; I know you’ll love it Lady Mary. They’re so sweet and gooey and good.”

“Mom didn't invent them.” Grant groaned. “She introduced them. And she wouldn’t have been able to make them without Aunt Mika showing her how to puff rice.”

Willow, for a moment, looked as though Grant’s words had corrected her. But then she shifted back to Mary and said,

“Auntie Mika helped invent them.”

Mary couldn’t stop thinking about how all of this foiled her first plan to poison Owen. it would have been simpler. Painless, for him. She could have disappeared never to be seen again; never have to face his family for what she’d-

It bothered her.

The thought still arrested her, no matter how long it’d been bubbling under the surface. She liked his kingdom, and his oddball siblings, even his parents. And him. She really liked him.

And wasn’t that a problem?

Killing him would be a kindness compared to what the Red Room would do to him if they found out she was his True Love. Their direct link to the future monarch.

Mary tried to spend the picnic pleasantly. She ate lunch, even tried one of the things they called crispy treats, and kept her conversation polite. Inside she felt coiled tight like a spring.

Owen did his best to keep conversation with her. He talked about their picnic location, the local fauna. He asked about her life, her interests, and her wants. Mary was glad that she had enough of a cover story to answer believably.

Maddie bounced her leg restlessly as lunch progressed. It was like a reflection of Mary’s inward tension.

Eventually it got to the point where it seemed Maddie could take it not longer and she jumped up from the blanket. Mary was a bit relieved to not have her restless movements feeding into her own emotions anymore.

“I say we show her gryphon jumping,” she said.

“No.”

Owen’s answer came before Maddie even managed to finish her sentence, and that only seemed to spur her on.

“Owen, really. It’s practically a time honored tradition-”

“It’s a stunt you came up with that could get someone killed.”

“Honestly, it’s like you don’t trust Mopsey, Acorn, or Kip at all.”

Mary leaned forward, focused on the conversation.

“What is gryphon jumping?”

Maddie’s eyes shone.

“See? She wants to, I can tell. It’s exhilarating. So, you get your gryphon up as high as you can, or as high as you dare, and then you lean back and-” Maddie stretched her arms out wide at her sides. “You drop.”

Owen scowled and Maddie’s grin only widened.

“You fall as long as you can and then you whistle and have your gryphon catch you before you turn into a pancake. It really is fun.”

Emma crossed her arms.

“Mommy and daddy won’t let me try it.”

“You would cry,” said Grant.

“Would not!”

Willow made a patting motion with her hand.

“It’s okay to cry, Emma.”

Something inside Mary sparked; her neatly folded hands twitched. The thrill. She’d be good at it, she knew instinctively. All her training and natural disposition would let her push the limits of the jump. She would be able to rival Maddie at it.

The idea of them competing also stirred her. It would- It would be fun.

She was allowed to pretend to be having fun for missions, but Mary wasn’t sure when the last time she’d done something she actually wanted to do was. Had she ever done anything just for the sake of doing it?

But Owen frowned at Maddie’s speech and obviously didn’t approve of the activity.

She had the faint thought, a blip, that this could be her opportunity. If she pushed, she could get him to join in and gryphon jumping was obviously so dangerous. Accidents were bound to happen if a person didn’t focus on what was happening the entire time.

But still, the thought twisted her stomach.

A stringy, uneasy sort of note sounded in the air and Mary stamped down on the train of thought. She gave Maddie an apologetic smile and shrugged her shoulders.

“Oh, thank you for the invitation,” she said. “But I’ve never done anything like that before. For now, I think I’ll keep my feet on the ground.”

Maddie’s smile faded slightly even as she stared at Mary. Stared as if she were looking for something. Like she was confused by the answer. Owen’s shoulders dropped in relief, but he too seemed affected by the answer. Like he’d expected her to go along with it.

Mary bit the inside of her cheek at another awkward lull.

They wrapped up the picnic shortly after that. The same amount of people who’d come made it back home.

Widows didn’t fail.

Mary didn’t know what that made her.

#RR/AMH au #ink tag #whindsor tag #friends ocs #oc crossover #my writing #mary/owen #hopefully this is alright?#i could have done more but i wanted to get it out

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twilightmalachite · 1 year ago

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Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 3

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"By the way, Oshi-san, I know it’s a lil’ late t’ask, but how come I’m bein’ brought with to yer family home?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: The Itsuki's House (Exterior)

Noon the following day. At the Itsuki family villa, the building where Itsuki Shu was born and raised…

Shu: What a nostalgic house of mine.

Hmph. Although the building itself remains to be a half-hearted and unbecoming Western-wannabe. I envy that dreadful Tenshouin only in that respect.

Mika: Nnah, ya sure like the Western style, Oshi-san.

Shu: Japanese style is tasteful, but it needs to be just that. Nothing should be done by halves. I find the Rokumeikan[1] to be a disgrace upon Japanese history.

Though I suppose some art is borne from the chaos of transitional periods too.

Well, it’s fine. You know the house plenty well already, you can leave your luggage in the room that you used to occupy.

I was told the room has been left untouched as nobody’s had to use it.

In the meantime, I will greet my parents and the rest.

Mika: Ah, lemme come with ya. I’ve stayed here under their care fer a while, so I’d like to greet yer household as well. I’ve brought some souvenirs and stuff too!

Shu: Hm. It appears that you’ve learned some social etiquette as well.

Mika: This past year, I’ve been exposed to society to an extent—

By the way, Oshi-san, I know it’s a lil’ late t’ask, but how come I’m bein’ brought with to yer family home?

Shu: You’re asking this only now? And to correct you, this is not my family home.

The main residence of the Itsuki family is in Kansai. This is nothing but a villa built in Tokyo, built by a former head of the family several generations ago.

It is just a foothold; a frontier base used to advance into the Tokyo area, so to speak. Also called a vacation home.

Our main residence is a very old-fashioned Japanese-style building, in terms of convenience, it’s technology much is much more inferior than modern day—

My family moved here out of consideration for Grandfather’s poor health with the building made with a barrier free design.

Mika: So it’s kinda like a nursin’ home for yer grandfather, huh?

Shu: Yes. This was before I was born, however, so it would not be incorrect to say that this is my “family home where I was born and raised”.

And our grandfather, who had worried those around him for years saying he was dying, continued to live on for more than a decade.

Likely just an excuse so my western-minded grandfather could live in a modern, western-style building.

Mika: Nah, there’s no way…

Shu: As much as I hate to say it, Grandfather would do that.

To you, he might be nothing more than an “emaciated sick man” that you visited alongside me…

But for us in the Itsuki family, Grandfather was like the eye of a typhoon. A disaster, a windstorm that would destroy everything on a whim.

Since I was a child, Grandfather has been causing us all sorts of trouble time and time again.

No one could complain, though. This was my Grandfather, the head of the family attributed to the restoration of the Itsukis, they were dealing with. But everyone was tired of it.

And this time too, it’s likely just another of his “usual episodes”. Judging from the way Nii-sama spoke, at least.

Mika: (Ah, so looks like Oshi-san expected as much too. Thank goodness~, hopefully “Ryuu~-kun”-san and Nazuna-nii were right, then.)

(That the news that Grandfather passed away was just an inappropriate lie, or joke, and that he’s actually still alive and well.)

Mika: (And unlike what I’d heard from “Ryuu~-kun”-san, Oshi-san seems to be relatively calm…)

(Right, he’s no longer a kid that panics anytime somethin’ would happen, ain’t he?)

Shu: …What is it? Wipe that condescendingly affectionate and unpleasant look off your face at once!

Mika: Nnah~, my baaad? I dunno what t’say, when I’d lived in the house I never asked questions to try t’be considerate.

So I’m happy t’hear about your house among other things this time, Oshi-san! ♪

Shu: Hmph. Though if you hadn’t held back and asked, it wouldn’t have bothered me at all. You’re already my family, in many senses.

Well, I was rather unstable at the time, I suppose I would unreasonably yell back no matter what you had asked.

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1. A large diplomatic building in Tokyo built to house diplomats and other guests from overseas. It stands as a controversial cultural symbol of the Meiji Period's Westernization policy. The Rokumeikan was done almost entirely in the western style, and notably does not mix Japanese and Western elements; Shu is likely referring to its status as a symbol and the westernization policy. See a photo of it here!

#raison d'etre #raison d’être #shu itsuki #mika kagehira #event #translation

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rivalsforlife · 4 years ago

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one more ahaha but the cherry blossom scene at the end of catch up game ch 3 because i'm still thinking nonstop about it all the time 👀👉👈

ABSOLUTELY I CAN also for anyone reading this go look at Mika’s art which inspired this scene. It’s the tumblr version so you can reblog it too, which you should do, even if you don’t read my long rambling,

okay once again rambling below...

Traditionally, Larry Butz arrived at any social gathering anywhere from half an hour to three hours later than the time he was told, so all things considered, he was actually early. Phoenix wasted no time informing him of the latest betrayal among their small elementary school friend group.

this is a direct callout to one of my friends from high school, where we started seriously considering telling her that any social event we were planning started an hour earlier than it actually did so that she’d make it there on time. We never did in case this turned out to be the time she actually made it on time, but still.

“Larry, remember that one time we were trying to make that gigantic hopscotch game, and we ran out of chalk?” He pointed an accusatory finger at Edgeworth, who sighed. “It turns out, Edgeworth hid it all along!”

Larry blinked, then shrugged. “Oh yeah, right, that. Well, I kind of had an idea…”

“Wh — You hid this from me too?! D-Death! The death penalty for the both of you!”

“Why does this all sound so familiar,” Edgeworth commented under his breath.

I think this part is mostly there so Larry actually does something because I couldn’t find any real way to fit him into this fic...? Anyways the dialogue there with Phoenix threatening the death penalty on Miles and Larry is pretty much directly lifted from the end of Turnabout Goodbyes, which is why Miles comments on it sounding familiar.

They continued on in that vein for some time, dredging up old elementary school memories. Phoenix proclaimed to be the only innocent member of that group, before Edgeworth brought up a set of very nice gel pens Phoenix reportedly stole from him. Phoenix and Edgeworth got caught up in their argument, and barely even noticed when Larry wandered away, joining Maggey and Gumshoe at the fishing pond while Franziska critiqued them.

This sort of familiar banter was normal. As Edgeworth teased in that same way he had ever since Phoenix first faced him in court, he had to wonder if he’d just imagined the way Edgeworth had been looking at him during the party. Maybe everything was fine, after all.

Not pictured: Phoenix and Miles leaning in closer to each other as they argue. too close. Larry tries to comment but neither of them hear him. Eventually he just walks away because he’s sick of third-wheeling with these two. It’s my firm belief that if there weren’t the court benches in the way that they need to slam, these two would slowly walk closer and closer to each other as they argue because they. uh. want to “intimidate” each other. that’s why they’re nose to nose like that. the whole courtroom is suddenly very uncomfortable.

Haha anyways also I think these two would pick the dumbest things to argue about all the time? Never seriously arguing, the just like bickering because they don’t know how to hold conversations about their feelings.

“You still haven’t explained exactly what happened to my gel pen set,” Edgeworth accused, as they circled around the argument for the third time.

Phoenix threw his hands up in the air. “I just forgot to return it! I didn’t know you were so bothered by it. You should have brought it up!”

“Back then? You were so sensitive. If I brought up that you might have upset me in the least, you would have burst into tears.”

“I wasn’t that sensitive.”

Edgeworth sighed. “Wright, you cried when I got a question wrong on a spelling test, because you thought I would be sad about it.”

“And you were!” Phoenix retorted. “You cried for like an hour!”

“Because when you started crying, I thought it was something I had to be ashamed of!”

More bickering, pretty much! Also I do think Phoenix cried A Lot and was super sensitive up until the whole Dahlia trial which traumatized him pretty badly...

Anyways the REAL story behind this incident which I am making up just now is probably that Miles was on the verge of crying because of Getting Something Wrong -- which I totally get, I absolutely almost cried over spelling tests as a baby -- and Phoenix picked up on this and realized his best friend was sad and started crying, which made Miles start to fully cry, and it just became a mess.

Meanwhile Larry with the 3/10 on his spelling test was just like “I don’t get what you guys are so upset about a 9/10 is great” which just makes them cry even more.

(Then Gregory probably found out about this incident and sat Miles down and gave him a speech about “everyone makes mistakes and it’s okay to not be perfect all the time, this is a learning opportunity and it shows you what you need to work on!”

That sentiment didn’t last very long.)

Wow I’m getting off topic, moving on --

Phoenix crossed his arms. “I remember this whole thing very differently than you do. You cried first.”

“I never cried in fourth grade.”

Phoenix leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Origami.”

“Do not bring that up!” Edgeworth hissed as Phoenix reared back, laughing.

I don’t know if you need to lean in super close and whisper that in his ear though Phoenix, that might be a bit unnecessary. Miles got lucky here in that his Eternal Shame over not being able to fold an origami crane in fourth grade overrode whatever reaction he undoubtedly would have had about Phoenix’s face being very close to his face.

Anyways this banter is here in the fic mostly because I really wanted to show them being all comfortable and happy with each other. That was a major thing I wanted to push as much as possible in these earlier chapters, that they do care about each other a lot even before we enter the more outright romantic territory.

“Regardless, I am certain you took my gel pen set, so don’t try to blame faulty memory on that one. I bet you carelessly used them all up, didn’t you?”

“Hardly! I wouldn’t even touch it after you left. It reminded me of you.”

Some of the fight left Edgeworth’s stance. “Really?”

“Well… yeah.” He wasn’t sure why the admission suddenly felt like a confession of an entirely different sort.

aw man Phoenix you brought feelings into your banter NOW what are you going to do.

I’m preeetty sure I have books that I lent to my friends in fourth grade that they never gave back so it’s of course not an inherently romantic thing, they probably just forgot it was mine and obviously aren’t going to bring it back now ten years later, but for Phoenix in this case it was probably more like “I borrowed these gel pens from Miles and then keep forgetting to give them back but was going to after winter break, and then he left, so I need to hold onto them until he comes back”. Miles was taken from his life so suddenly it probably had a huge effect on him, especially since he had few friends at the time and Miles made such a big impact on him.

The two of them sat underneath the tree in a sudden, serene quiet. They’d both discarded their suit jackets at some point, down to their dress shirts and waistcoats. Phoenix pretended not to notice the way Edgeworth’s eyes darted across the line of his shoulders and lingered longer than they should have.

I don’t ever really pay much attention to what people are wearing or what they look like at any particular time when I’m writing, but in this case I took extra care to make sure they were in the same outfits as in the art that inspired this!

Maybe I’ll ramble a bit more about that! Pretty much the “theme” of narumitsu week this year was “cherry blossoms”, so I wanted to find some way to incorporate them into this fic somewhere somehow. I decided to have that as a focus on Free Day because I enjoy having structure and wasn’t sure what to have for the day.

Some of this scene, mainly the picnic, is inspired by that one official art here. The first iteration of this chapter had everyone in it (with the obvious exceptions of Diego and Mia) but then I took out Maya and Pearl for reasons I explained when I was talking about the scene in chapter 6 where I decided to cut a lot of Maya’s scenes out of this fic... even though I love her a lot.

And of course when I thought about cherry blossoms and narumitsu I thought about Mika’s art, yes I am linking it again, which I believe she posted about a month or so before I started planning and I was Thinking About It Constantly. It’s gorgeous and since there was the perfect opportunity to use it here I just couldn’t resist and here we are.

Back to the paragraph: Miles attempted to subtly check Phoenix out. It was not subtle.

“Do you still have those gel pens?” Edgeworth asked, softer. “I think you owe me them, after everything.”

“Oh, shut up,” said Phoenix, but it was difficult to have a heated argument right now, for some unknown reason. “If I still have them, they’re in a box somewhere. Plus, they ought to have dried up by now.”

“I doubt it.” A faint smile was beginning to crawl on Edgeworth’s face. “Those gel pens were state of the art.”

“Sure they were,” Phoenix dismissed. “And, what, you’re going to use them? Sign your fancy prosecutor documents in bright pink?”

“What makes you think I don’t do that already?”

“You wouldn’t — oh, wait, of course you’d have customized ink in the same colour as your entire wardrobe, who am I even talking to…”

“Mhm.” Edgeworth brushed his bangs from his eyes, a motion that Phoenix’s brain decided to fixate on for some reason. “But really, you went to all the trouble of keeping the set, and you never used any of them?”

(Miles voice) “oh so you kept something as trivial as that for so long because they reminded you of me? Tell me more. Why do you want a reminder of me. What exactly do you think of me, Wright,”

hm pretty much as soon as Phoenix brought Feelings into this conversation the atmosphere kind of changed and you can now imagine Miles staring with the most adoring expression at Phoenix while Phoenix is ignoring this with such intensity that it doesn’t even show up in his narration. But he also watches the way Miles brushes his bangs from his eyes, so he’s not much better.

And thinking about it now this scene really went on for too long about gel pens hahaha...

“Objection!” Phoenix declared. “I used the blue one to write you letters at first.”

“Ah, of course you did. I never got any of those… How many did you send?”

“I don’t even want to know…”

Edgeworth hummed and looked off into the distance, where Gumshoe was demonstrating how to cast a line. “Your level of dedication is something else,” he said, as if to himself.

“Well, yeah. You were my only non-Larry friend. You were…” Phoenix swallowed. “You were important to me, you know? You saved me.”

“You keep bringing that up. You’ve more than returned the favor, you know that, don’t you?”

“I’m inclined to disagree.”

I don’t have a consistent headcanon about whether Miles got or read the letters, in this fic presumably von Karma intercepted them and got rid of them... and then presumably Miles ignored any that were sent to him as an adult.

Also these two are going to have ridiculous arguments about who saved who until they’re on their deathbeds, I’m sure.

Edgeworth turned back towards him as if to retort, but stopped halfway, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at Phoenix.

“... Something on my face?” Phoenix asked, trying to quell the feeling of some sort of anxiety that bubbled up when Edgeworth stared at him like that.

insert mikacherryblossomart.png

Miles turns away for one second and then suddenly oh no he’s even more gorgeous now

Edgeworth was silent for some time. Then, very softly, he said, “You have cherry blossom petals in your hair.”

“What? Do I?” He reached a hand up to brush them out, but Edgeworth stopped him by grabbing his wrist, freezing Phoenix.

“With your hair, you’ll never get them out like that.” With his spare hand, Edgeworth began to pick each individual petal from his hair. “You look so — silly, Wright.”

Partially a callback to the beginning of chapter 3, when they were kids:

“Y-Your hair,” Miles managed to say through stifled laughter. “One of the flowers fell into it.”

Phoenix hands shot up into his hair. “Really?”

“You look so silly, Phoenix.” When Phoenix failed to find the flower, Miles reached out. “Here, let me.”

Phoenix remained still as Miles reached up to the top of his head and picked the flower out of his hair. “Your hair’s really soft,” Miles said quietly, before handing it over to Phoenix. “Here you go.”

because Miles apparently remembered that it was difficult for Phoenix to get the petals from his hair the first time, and also, wanted an excuse to touch Phoenix’s hair again.

But also the dialogue and interactions are ONCE AGAIN INSPIRED BY MIKA based on this reply to my reply to the art on twitter. look at that you can go and retweet the art on twitter too!

Overall this gives us an accurate Thoughts to Speech translator for Miles:

Miles: You have cherry blossom petals in your hair and it is going to kill me.

Phoenix: What? Do I?

Miles: No, wait, don’t brush them out, I want to touch your hair because it is soft and this is the perfect excuse. You look so captivating.

if Miles had said that out loud though it would probably have killed both of them.

Phoenix let out an awkward, low laugh, starting somewhere deep within his chest. “R-Really.”

“Mhm.”

Edgeworth’s eyes locked with Phoenix’s, and time seemed to freeze. There was a sudden thrum of tension in the air, as if Phoenix were in a play and he’d suddenly forgotten his lines, forgotten he was supposed to be in a play at all.

(chanting) “kiss kiss kiSS KISS KISS --”

But before either of them could break the sudden spell over them, a fishing hook whirred through the air, and —

“Ack, I — I think I got it stuck!”

but of course that needs to be interrupted at the worst possible time because this is fanfiction and this is how things work!

“In the tree?! How did you even manage to get it that far?”

“Don’t worry about it, Maggey, I can climb up the tree and get it unstuck, just hang on —”

“No, no, if I just give it a big yank—”

“Maggey—!”

I broke the first rule of writing dialogue because I can’t really remember who’s supposed to be saying what. I think that Maya had a few lines here and then I didn’t change them since there were no dialogue tags...

Pretty much -- Maggey with her eternal luck tried to fish but released the line too early as she was swinging back so the line went back and got caught in the tree branches directly above Phoenix and Miles.

I think the dialogue progression goes Maggey -> Originally Maya but now either Larry or Franziska -> Gumshoe -> Maggey -> everyone going MAGGEY NO!!!

I remember going fishing with my grandpa once a long time ago and either I or my brother did get the fishing line stuck in a tree. would not recommend.

The branch above Phoenix and Edgeworth jostled, and pink petals burst all around them, fluttering down and catching in their hair and on their clothes. One petal even fell behind Edgeworth’s glasses.

They stared at each other for a moment, stunned, Edgeworth’s hand still loosely wrapped around Phoenix’s wrist, as Maggey shouted apologies from the distance.

There are no cherry blossom trees where I live so I have no idea if we’re even in the right season for this or if cherry blossom trees even behave this way - but I’m basing it off of... you know when it’s that point in fall where if you shake a tree branch leaves will just scatter everywhere? That.

Also RIP to the other four who were just having a grand old time fishing and then turn around seeing these two sitting really close to each other almost holding hands about two seconds away from a kiss... which they’d just interrupted...

And then — the most incredible thing happened, and Edgeworth began to laugh.

Phoenix could have catalogued all the laughs he heard from Edgeworth: the usual, short laughs often mistaken for a scoff by those who didn’t know him as well as Phoenix did; the triumphant, smug, courtroom laughs when he thought he had Phoenix cornered; to the quiet, restrained ones in private that were more of a hum than anything else. This laugh was new.

This was a full-on fit of laughter bubbling deep in his chest and spilling from his mouth, which Edgeworth quickly covered with his free hand, with the additional bonus of covering his reddening face. It wasn’t something hidden or faked or triumphant, it was genuine, and open, and Phoenix could swear it was one of the most beautiful sounds he ever heard.

Miles here is going through an emotional rollercoaster having been two seconds away from finally kissing the love of his life only to be interrupted at the worst possible time, which is just so on brand for the two of them that he can’t help but start laughing hysterically. Plus Phoenix probably looks absolutely shocked suddenly covered in petals, which doesn’t help.

Then the next two paragraphs are brought on by Phoenix Pining and also me wanting Miles Edgeworth to laugh more...

From my notes for this scene:

They stare at each other for a moment and laugh, and Miles’ laugh just utterly captivates Phoenix and makes him fall so completely in love immediately and oh no he is screwed he is utterly screwed.

So pretty much I had to encapsulate the “falling so completely in love immediately” part which I decided to do by focusing on Miles laughing. I wanted to draw a lot of attention to that which is why there are so many paragraphs dedicated to Miles laughing and Phoenix thinking about Miles laughing.

Trucy’s laughter always made the world feel a little brighter, and made Phoenix feel stronger. Edgeworth’s laugh did the opposite; it dislodged something inside of him, it weakened him, it made the whole world go soft and fuzzy around him. Instead of illuminating all the good in the world, it turned Phoenix’s world into one person.

More focus on Miles’ laughter but also... kind of drawing attention to Phoenix’s reaction to this being different from his reaction to other people he cares about laughing? Because feeling warm and happy when seeing someone you care about non-romantically laugh is normal, but then I wanted to make it clear that this is a different sort of feeling for Phoenix.

Also Phoenix has to realize this is a different sort of feeling for him because otherwise he could brush it off like he’s probably dismissed all of his romantic feelings throughout the years as “oh I’m just glad my friend is happy, and I rarely ever hear Edgeworth laugh so him being relaxed enough to laugh like that makes me feel happy too,” but it’s not what he’d expect if he just sees Miles as a friend. And it’s described as weakening in the paragraph because right now the subject of his romantic feelings for Miles isn’t something that Phoenix can fully or easily accept right now (as chapter 5 would indicate).

Edgeworth’s fit of laughter subsided, and he shifted his hand so he could look at Phoenix again, the hints of a shy grin peeking out between his fingers, his hair and his shirt and his face adorned with a sweet, gentle pink. It was like looking at an entirely different person — or, no, the same person, but with all armor off, all guards lowered.

Miles is very embarrassed right now but kind of... in a good way...? Like again, almost kissed the love of his life then rudely interrupted at the last possible moment, plus Phoenix’s whole reaction to the thing gave Miles the impression that Phoenix wanted to kiss him as well, so he’s feeling a little giddy. Plus he was just laughing a lot when he normally doesn’t do that. Overall he’s not used to expressing his emotions so he’s embarrassed and a little shy about it...

The part about Miles’ “hair and shirt and face adorned with a sweet, gentle pink” refers to both the cherry blossom petals (in his hair and clinging to his shirt and a bit on his face) and also him blushing quite a bit.

It all feels a little out of character honestly haha because Miles isn’t really the type to be blushing hardcore like this and be a little shy, buuut in this case I let myself get away with it because he’s dealing with romantic feelings he hasn’t ever dealt with at this level before, and it’s also out of character just enough to really strike Phoenix in the heart. You can just imagine him staring at Miles with the most lovestruck expression on his face because he hasn’t seen this side of Miles before and he loves it.

Phoenix’s heart stuttered in his chest, and may have stopped entirely.

He was screwed.

He was completely and utterly screwed.

And even Phoenix can’t deny that he’s super in love at this point.

I think I wrote this part, changed the words “screwed” to “doomed” right before posting, and then switched it back again for no particular reason. The Vibe just felt a little off but oh well.

Then the next chapter skips over the rest of this picnic but honestly Phoenix’s brain skipped over the rest of this picnic as well. Imagine the two of them just kind of standing around in a lovestruck daze for a while. I think Franziska had to physically drag Miles out of there. no one knows how Phoenix got home, not even Phoenix and least of all me!

But thank you Mika for requesting this!! And for drawing such incredible art for me to base the chapter around haha!!!

#dvd commentary meme #the catch-up game #asks

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sunsetcurve · 5 years ago

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THE POST FINALE HENRY DANGER OPINIONS TAG:

thank you for the tag @chenryhart , @ginger--binger , and @henryhearts ! (i used eliza’s version because it had more questions lol)

Who was your overall favourite member of Team Danger and why? i will never be able to decide between charlotte and henry (it’s called being bisexual). i relate to charlotte a lot, and she’s a role model for me; she’s smart, she’s bold, she knows what she wants and i really love her for it. henry, on the other hand—there are moments when i’ve disliked him but i’ve watched him grow up, i’ve watched him be a hero for so long and i do still admire him a lot. he’s brave and loyal and he cares so much about people, like i’ll honestly just be soft for him forever.

Who was your favourite non-team danger character and why? gonna have to go with bose and mika (who count, right?) because they’re both so pure and enthusiastic and i can’t wait to see more of them

Who was your favourite villain and why? definitely twitler. i think he was the only villain that had actual motivation, and he was definitely the least cringey of all of them. he set up high stakes and challenged team danger a lot.

What were your top five favourite Henry Danger episodes of all time and why? ooh, good one. okay i think the finale is my all-time favorite. it just really was the culmination of the core of this show and there were so many amazing moments between all the characters. the actors and writers delivered so hard. second would have to be back to the danger because that episode was solid start to finish. i love the high-stakes episodes, and the time travel was a really cool aspect. third would probably be the three-parter, because again, i love the high stakes episodes, and that one really brought it. fourth would be broken armed and dangerous because it was completely hilarious. and fifth would probably have to be either double o danger, because i loved getting to see them all dressed up and undercover and joss moss was awesome, or i dream of danger because it was charlotte centric and also chenry. honorable mention to danger games entirely because of that scene where all four game shakers fall in love with henry at once.

What were your top five least favourite Henry Danger episodes of all time and why? not a fan of henry’s birthday because i can’t watch it without getting incredibly pissed; like it’s a well-made episode i just get really upset while watching it. i hated man of the house because the whole ray trying to get with henry’s mom made me suuuper uncomfortable. i did not like one henry three girls because the cheating plot was not it for me, or sick and wired for the same reason as henry’s birthday, and also because that was definitely the episode where dad!ray started to disappear. and captain mom because...nope.

What was your favourite running gag and why? oh god i have so many that i made a full post about this. the hmm thing was awesome, especially the fact that they acknowledged it. i also love the “piper has a license—established” joke

What was your favourite one-off throw away gag and why? gonna steal @henryhearts answer here and say the cat universe that respected charlotte; also bringing back the bro song from the musical that one time.

What episode, which character and which duo made you laugh the most? episode would definitely be broken armed and dangerous. laugh after laugh. the arm fashion show? the part where henry’s like “i’m plum-tuckered!”? the sign language interpreter? peak. character would be henry because i LOVE the way he reacts to stuff, like when he does his little *hand clasp* “there is something wrong with you” or like “dude, dude, dude, dude, dude—”. duo would probably be ray and henry because bose was right, their banter is hilarious.

What episode, which character and which duo made you the most emotional? episode would be the finale, and i feel like i don’t have to explain myself there. character would also be henry, like, the whole “i was thirteen!” thing and the fact that he’s given so much to this makes me want to cry sometimes. duo would be chenry because they’ve been together since the beginning and i have way too many feelings about them.

How would you rank each season from 1 to 5, one being the best and five being the worst? this is difficult, because i think season 5 is my favorite overall because of it had so many solid episodes and high stakes and good plots, but there were also sooo many things i didn’t like. still! i think it takes the top spot. after that would be season 2, just because it was really fun and fresh and in that stage where they’d started to figure things out as a show but weren’t getting cocky just yet. then probably season 3, then 1, then 4, because that season didn’t really have anything that stood out to me besides back to the danger.

Who was your favourite duo in the show (romantic or non-romantic)? chenry, but hensper and chasper were both very close seconds

What was your favourite Henry and Ray moment/episode? blimp scene and i don’t think it’s necessary for me to elaborate

What was your favourite Chenry moment/episode? toss up between the lion scene in idod and the time jerker because of “this is for you, char” and the hug at the end

What was your favourite Hensper moment/episode? when jasper found out oh my god. that was SO good. also love muffin and “as henry’s best friend...and soulmate”

What was your favourite Chensper moment/episode? oh god The Scene in the finale when henry is telling char to get out of there and she’s not leaving him and jasper has to carry her out and it just shows how much they all care for each other. and the fact that they all went to dystopia together!

If you could go back and change one element of the show, what would it be? RESPECT. CHARLOTTE. PERIOD. (i would change a lot of ray’s character as a whole, especially season 4/5 tbh)

If you could say one thing to each main character in the pilot, what would it be? i would tell the trio to stick together, appreciate each other, and don’t forget to be kids. i would tell ray not to bring a 13 year old kid who doesn’t have powers into this.

If you could say one thing to each main character in the finale, what would it be? i’m proud of you

Were you satisfied with the finale? What part was your favourite and what part was your least favourite? yes. i think overall there are always going to be things they could have handled better. but i’m happy with the way it ended. i think it’s fitting and wonderful and i felt good. favorite part would be the entire part in the finale with henry arguing with ray about who’s going to go down and later with char and jasper for them to leave. partially because i’m a glutton for angst, but also because the actors put so much into it and it was a real display of emotion and feels, and it showed henry’s selflessness and heroic nature so plainly. least favorite was the fact that char never got an apology from ray.

What would your ideal Henry danger spin off look like? dystopia!!!!!!!! the trio fighting crime in dystopia but it’s pg-13 and also they’re falling in love. also they sometimes come back to visit ray and mentor the danger force kids.

Where do you personally see the characters 10 years from now? What are they doing, who are they with, where are they in their lives - what do you think happened to them? Most importantly, are they happy? i think the trio is going to be living and fighting crime together for a while. char runs a charity on the side, jasper does photography, and henry is a botanist. but they’re first and foremost a team. piper runs a media company and ray and schwoz are being parents to the DF kids. they all still have thanksgivings together and yes, they’re all very happy.

What was your favourite part of the show and why did it initially draw you in? so i watched the thundermans right before this, and the whole reason i got into it was because i love anything superhero related but i wanted something lighthearted instead of my usual gritty dctv shows. i stayed for the humor and because the kids were cute, and yeah i did develop a crush on henry as the seasons went on. sue me.

What was your favourite part of the fandom and why did it initially draw you in? the people are so! freaking! supportive! i made some really amazing friends through this fandom, and everyone is sooo talented and kind and just unproblematic as hell. i love it.

Describe your overall emotions/feelings regarding the show being over and the show in general, looking back on it as a whole, with one quote from the show. the iconic “feels good”

If you were able to add one scene in the finale, what would you add? charlotte getting a goddamn apology and some recognition. also i would’ve liked to see the in-between of the blimp crash and the funeral, aka henry reuniting with ray, jasper, and char after they all thought he was dead

Favorite outfit/hair style? i LOVED the trio’s looks in the epilogue. char’s outfits every single episode? their looks in double o danger. piper and henry’s sister twister outfits were also very cute. for each character: i like char’s braids, henry with the curly hair he had in the finale, jasper in a crop top, ray’s bangs and blazer, and that one time schwoz was in a leotard and tutu.

Least favorite character? mine would be jake hart, and i feel like that’s another one of those things that doesn’t need an explanation

one twist: add one question at the end for the next person to answer! tag at least two people so this spreads around!

i’m tagging @bitchmilsky @cactus-con @rorythevambire @bijerbear @mychenrymadness and anyone else who wants to do it!

#henry danger #hd spoilers #hd tag game #hd

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gruviafan-forever · 5 years ago

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DAY VII:- EUPHORIA

A/N: Finally Gruvia week comes to an end. This was my very first participation in this awesome week. I have been a fan of this favourite ship for ten years. And in these years, my favourite couple have come a long way. Hope to see them get together officially.

Hope everyone liked my works for this gruvia week. Hope this awesome event continues every year. Thank you everyone..enjoy.

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When asked about the best moment in their life, for an individual person it might be the moment they have achieved some goal or an important thing they have longed for.

But if you ask a parent, they will say anything done by their children is their euphoric moment.

Mika Ul Fullbuster, 9, youngest child of Gray and Juvia was a very special child. Of course, every child is special for parents but what made her even more special is that; she was born prematurely around two months before the due date which greatly affected her development and immune system.

On top of that, the little girl developed magic sickness, a condition where a high amount of magic power was in her system much similar to Ultear's childhood condition which Ur had mentioned as Gray remembered.

But Porlyusica and Wendy made sure to treat and completely heal their little girl with the magic portion due to advancement in magic and medical facilities.

Due to this sickness, Mika had always been a slow and dull child. She would easily be exhausted as compared to children of her age.

There was not even a day where Gray and Juvia never stopped worrying about their daughter's condition but made sure to be optimistic in front of her so that the little girl doesn't lose hope and keep fighting.

It was just a year back Wendy had informed them after Mika's monthly check-up that by age of ten, she would be alright as there was improvement over the years and also her magic level was stabilizing.

Even though Mika was slow and dull most of the time, she never forgot to smile and be friendly with her friends and uncles and aunts at the guild.

She was very fond of her elder brother, Ur Silver Fullbuster, 15, who also felt the same for his sister. He took it upon his shoulder to protect his little sister in their parents' absence.

When it was time to start education for Mika, by that time, Magnolia had its own magic school where it taught the children of mages and others skills and combat style related to the type of magic they specialized in.

It was due to Queen Hisui's ordinance to teach the younger generation the art and glory of magic, she had set up this magic academy at every major town and offered a three years course on the same.

Most of the children of Fairy Tail studied and graduated from this academy. So when it was time to enrol their little girl, both Gray and Juvia were reluctant in sending her adhering to her health condition.

But once Master Makarov, Porlyusica, Wendy and their friends convinced them that it would be a new atmosphere for the little girl and would aid in her recovery, the parents finally agreed.

Their friends made sure to teach their kids to be helpful and protective of their friend if any other kids teases or harasses Mika.

As truth to the words, once she started school things with her began to have a positive change as she didn't show much exhaustion and tiredness as compared before, all thanks to schools and medical aids.

Her friends, Igneel Dragneel, 10, youngest of Natsu and Lucy, Eva Redfox, 10, youngest of Gajeel and Levy, Rob Fernandez, 10, middle child of Erza and Jellal and finally, Wenma Conbolt, 9, eldest of Wendy and Romeo were her friends.

Even though Mika was actually good in academics, she didn't flare much in practical and sports class which disheartened her very much.

Gray and Juvia will always encourage her every time when she loses her hope just like now.

The Fullbusters were currently having dinner while Juvia served them happily and made sure they had taken much to fill their tummy.

As Ur told his father about his recent mission which he had taken with his friends enthusiastically which made the Gray feel proud of his son as he was the main reason his team could complete the assigned mission.

As soon as Ur finished telling Gray his tales, Mika butted in, "Papa, do you know in two days time, our school is going to conduct 'Sports Day'. So I'm thinking of taking part in it."

Mika said gleefully but the parents began to frown, "Oh that's great dear, so what all events are to you taking part in? Can we also come?"

Juvia butted in before Gray could say something which the little girl wasn't expecting her father to tell.

Gray looked at his wife but she smiled and handled the situation. Mika happily told her parents the list of events she wanted to take part.

"Okay dear, so from tomorrow let's practice and make you fully prepared for the event." Gray encouraged her and showed his fist which his daughter bumped in agreement. Even Juvia and Ur did the same.

Later at night, when Gray asked Juvia, "Why didn't you stop her from taking part? I know she's excited but I don't want to see her to be depressed like last time and fall sick." He said and looked sad at the memories of last year.

It took nearly a week to convince the little girl which greatly hurt the parents to see their child being upset and fell sick which took another week to fully heal. For them, if their kids are happy and healthy that meant everything to them.

But for Mika, winning a prize seemed way more important and didn't give a care about her health condition.

"I know Gray-sama but she's excited and this time she believes she will win at least one event and make us feel proud. That's what she told me now." Juvia told her husband and placed her hands to his cheeks.

"Juvia, the way she's now itself makes me feel proud about her. She doesn't need to prove anything else. I don't want my baby to fall sick even more. You know right, we still have a year until her condition stabilizes, so why to add unwanted pressure and stress and make all the treatment futile." Gray gave his reasons as he still can't forget those moments where he saw his little girl suffer.

"Even I can't forget those memories. I also want Mika-chan to get well soon. That's what, I have been waiting for these many years, Gray-sama. But we can't discourage her and break her hopes right. Let's make sure she doesn't stress out much." Juvia tried to convince her husband which she succeeded finally.

Then for the next two days, the Fullbuster men trained Mika in such a way that she didn't exhaust her completely.

But her water magic was still of low power, even though her sickness was pertaining to high levels of magic in the system but she couldn't yield much out and that's what made her sickness difficult.

"Papa, why come my magic's not powerful? See it couldn't even break that log of wood." Mika began to cry. She looks clearly defeated and lost hopes in winning this particular event.

Gray knelt down to her height and patted her head, "Dear, it will take time as you are drinking these magic portions to control your instability of power. See next year, once your problem gets sorted out you will become so stronger than us. So dear, tomorrow just try your best and know one thing we are proud of you no matter what because you are our Mika."

He hugged her and held her in his arms like a baby even if she was a bit old for that.

The next day, Mika's friends had come to fetch their friend so that everyone could go together.

"Good morning kids" Juvia greeted them happily.

"Good morning, Aunty. Is Mika-chan ready?" They asked in unison.

"She just finished eating her breakfast. Come inside while she gets ready." Juvia invited the kids to the living room and went to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches for her son who would be up in half an hour.

Mika came down and went out of the house along with her friends after shouting bye to her mother which Juvia said back.

But after sometime, that's when she realized that her baby didn't drink her portion.

Soon she went to wake her Gray-sama's and urged him to get ready so that they could go for the sports day together just a few minutes before so that Mika could drink up her healing potion.

"What? Juvia, how can you be careless? Just wait, let me get ready. We will leave soon so get the things ready. Is Ur coming with us?" Gray asked as he kept yawning.

Juvia informed that Ur was going with his friends and left the room so that her husband could get ready.

Once they reached the academy and went to the playground where the event was going to take place. As they searched for a place to sit, they spotted their friends calling them out and showed them the empty spaces.

"Gray, Juvia, what made you guys run late? Event has already begun. Luckily, you guys just missed the torch lighting ceremony." Lucy exclaimed.

"Yeah!! You should have seen my boy. He looked so manly, my Iggy." Natsu exclaimed proudly.

"Oh shut up! My boy was the one to pass that torch to your son Natsu. Even my Rob looked so gallant." Erza reasoned out but Jellal stopped her and adjusted his 5 year old daughter, Rose, on his laps also.

Juvia worried and hoped to find a small gap so that she could give her daughter the potion before the events.

Soon the main events began to take place, as said in the inaugural speech by the principal.

Firstly, it was a 200m race for boys. Then Gray spotted his daughter near the stage who looked serious but he smiled as she looked quite adorable thinking about something.

Then, he saw her turning and talking to one boy whom he didn't recognize but from the looks it looked like that little guy was making fun of his daughter as he saw her tongue and went to get part in the race.

Gray clenched his fist and made sure to talk to his parents about this later. But the race was won by him not only but most of the events were won by that boy in either of the three positions.

When it was time for the girl's event to commence, Gray and Juvia were shocked to see that their girl's name was almost there in every game which made the parents worry.

Sensing their discomfort, Lucy and others asked for their reason and slowly they disclosed everything to them.

Juvia got up and went to meet her daughter so that at least, she could drink that medicine but the teachers didn't allow her stating it might cause hindrance to her during the games.

Juvia then went to meet her daughter and convinced Mika to not take part in every competition but her daughter was so determined and consoled her mother not to worry about her.

Once Juvia reached her place next to Gray, she couldn't stop tearing up and watched her baby struggle in a way to finish every game.

Till now, she had competed in almost every game but she couldn't secure even one small victory and ended up coming last which earned laughter from her classmates especially the bullies.

Mika's friends warned those bullies but they didn't stop and kept on teasing her with words like 'weak', 'pathetic' and 'loser'.

The parents could see Mika was literally on the verge of breaking down and was also physically exhausted.

Gray couldn't take it anymore and went to the teacher to retrieve his daughter back before her condition became worse.

"Mika dear, come. It's enough. You are exhausted, baby. Please don't stress yourself much. Enough please come with us." Gray called out to his daughter and his voice began to crack as it hurt him to see his child being in pain and suffering.

Mika almost agreed to her dad's advice and began to move towards him until the boy who bullied her in the morning spoke," Yeah! You are a baby weirdo. You are not fit to be a mage. You are just an eye sore, that's why your parents don't want you to perform." He began to laugh.

Gray dashed to beat the shit out that little punk for speaking bad about his daughter but luckily Mika stopped her dad and wiped those tears.

"Papa, let me just take part in this one game. I'm sure. I will win this. Please!" Mika pleaded with him, clearly tiredness laced in her voice.

But her friends told her she doesn't need to prove anything to the bully who left before he got beaten by Gray.

Gray knelt down, "Dear, you look tired. If things keep happening, you will fall sick which will affect your health adversely. Please try to understand,dear." He patted her shoulders.

But Mika didn't budge and was determined to finish this last game called MPF.

All the kids of her class were part of it. This was basically to count out there magic power levels.

Mika was made to stand at last so that she could rest a bit before the match. Juvia was crying to see her baby struggling to prove herself even if her condition was not proper.

Till now, it was Igneel and Eva who held first and second place respectively. Then Rob took over Eva's spot. And the third place was held by that bullying punk.

When it was Mika's turn finally, Gray and Juvia just prayed to God that nothing serious should happen to their daughter at the end.

But the little girl was determined and concentrated her water magic before blasting the MPF with her full power.

"Water Hurricane"

Juvia's eyes widened in surprise and got up, "Gray-sama, that move requires more power. This will cause her immense damage to her body." She kept on crying and soon moved towards the ground after excusing herself.

Once the MPF registered the attack, Mika fell unconscious. Soon her friends, teacher and parents came to her aid.

After an hour, at the guild's infirmary, when Mika woke up, she felt her body beaten up and slowly turned around to spot her mother crying while her dad consoling her mother.

"Mama"

"Oh my God!! You are finally awake, dear" Juvia hugged her daughter and kept sobbing while the little girl patted her mother's back.

"Dear, are you feeling alright?" Gray asked and sat next to them.

Once Juvia broke the hug, Mika began to cry, "I'm sorry, mama, papa. I couldn't make you guys proud. I'm such a loser. I will never achieve anything in my life"

Both the parents hugged her simultaneously and teared up a bit and patted her little body, "You know what dear, you made us proud. We were in euphoric state right now because you not only won second place in that MPF game but also your sickness got completely cured. We are elated dear. Finally, our prayers had been answered. We are proud of you, Mika-chan"

Juvia smiled and disclosed the happy news.

Mika's blue eyes widened due to shock, "Mama and papa, I'm happy that finally I made you both feel proud of me."

"Yes dear, you are our precious child. We were beyond the world to see you accomplish something this great. As your parents, we are extremely happy and proud." Gray said gleefully.

Of course, as a parent they were extremely happy and joyful to see their child who not only accomplished something she worked hard upon when she had an disadvantage.

And they were sure for the rest of their life, this moment will always bring euphoria to them whenever they think about it.

#gruviaweek2020 #gruviaweek #gruvia daughter #gruvia family #gruvia #gray x juvia #ft gray #fairy tail gray #gray fullbuster #gray #ft juvia #juvia loxar #fairy tail juvia #juvia

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glitterblazercalum · 4 years ago

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you can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to 🎵🎶

rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

tysm to @clumsyclifford for tagging me! I still can’t actually believe it when I get tagged in things lol. PLEASE do not call me out for my very strange and noncohesive taste in music. also, my ability to ramble is unparalleled, so feel free to skip all the commentary bc I know I would.

Hometown by French 79: wow. I guess we’re starting off by exposing me and the techno/edm I listen to while studying/working. the lyrics in this song are practically non-existent, which is how I like my study music, but something about it is very soothing, while still being very fast-paced. I heard it/ some other songs on my study playlist described once as “orchestral electronic” and that seems very fitting. a good song, for sure, although I wouldn’t really say it plays a big role in my music taste.

False Confidence by Noah Kahan: the only noah kahan song that I had heard before actually getting into his music, and still one of my favorites. all of busyhead is honestly so good. I think I said this to bella once, but Noah Kahan has such a woodsy, cabin-in-Vermont vibe, and at the moment, I’m very into that.

High Highs to Low Lows by Lolo Zouaï: I really forgot this song existed. My cousin? second-cousin? (idk not much of my family is in the us, so whatever she is to me, we’re close) and I went to see Lolo Zouaï live on of our NYC trips. (Fun fact: this is the only concert I’ve ever been to!) I didn’t know anything about her until like a week before we went, so I listened to a bunch of her music for a week before and after seeing her, and then I forgot about it. It’s honestly pretty good, and her voice is very ethereal-sounding in parts, which is how I like to imagine mine sounds when I sing, so it’s fun trying to sing it.

Classic by MKTO: if I could pick a song to encompass the feeling of sixth grade, it would be this one. this really isn’t the type of music I’d usually choose to listen to, but I always let it play through when it comes on, for nostalgia purposes.

Castaway by 5SOS: YESSSSSS. Best song on SGFG, and no, I will not be taking any criticism. I adore Castaway with my entire heart, and even though I listen to it at least once a day on my morning run, I will never get sick of it.

Teeth by 5SOS: Speaking of getting sick of things... I mean, not really, but I also do not love this song anywhere near as much as I used to back in like March/April. This was one of the first songs by 5SOS that I listened to consistently, and probably THE one that convinced me to get more into their other music, so for that, it holds a special place in my heart, but I overplayed this wayyyy too much. Still good, but I’d prefer to not hear it for a while so I can get back to the place where I would scream-sing my heart out to this.

Mauja hi Mauja by Mika Singh: the first Bollywood song on the list! My parents actually introduced me to this one when I was like seven years old, and I’ve loved it ever since. It always puts a smile on my face, and it’s really fun to dance around my room to, which is always my main goal when listening to Bollywood.

Alejandro by Lady Gaga: Where did this even come from, and why do I still remember all the lyrics?

UNSTATUS QUO by Duckwrth: I originally listened to this bc I liked the title and as a pretentious debate nerd who used the phrase “status quo” at least four times a day, it felt like blasphemy not to. This is def my “cool kid in a movie walking down the street” song. It’s more... loud? cacophonous? than the music I usually listen to, but it really, really does make me feel cool. I think if I were to hear it more often than I do, I would probably stop liking it.

Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens: yeah, I don’t know about this one. I feel like I can only listen to this when I’m already sobbing, so I’m gonna skip it for now. I never actually watched CMBYN, so idk how I even found this song. ALSO fun fact, I found a ten hour loop of this song on youtube once, and listened to the whole thing in one sitting. as I’m sure you can guess, that was not a good day :)

Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys: bitches listen to one arctic monkeys song and think they’re indie, yeah, it’s me. I’m bitches.

Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex: wow, really proving my own point about only listening to very well-known indie music.

Greek God by Conan Gray: This song just FEELS aesthetic and I don’t quite understand that but I still like it.

Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood: it’s actually been a minute since I last heard this, but I still like it! I was def more attached to this song about two years ago, so I don’t have much to say about it anymore.

Summer is a Curse by The Faim: I actually heard this on a German tv show once and LOVED it. I really didn’t have any idea that Ashton was involved until a few months ago and I was like “wait, what??” it’s def a v good song, but I feel uncomfy endorsing/supporting it bc of the sexual misconduct allegations against one of the Faim’s members. Unfortunate, really, but that’s not something I can really get past.

Bang! by AJR: I’m surprised AJR hasn’t shown up sooner tbh. The “Metronome” line and “pretend you know this song everybody” are CONSTANTLY stuck in my head. If I could choose any concert to go to, it would be either AJR or 5SOS. They actually had a really cool socially-distant drive-in concert yesterday, but it was in Philly, which is a bit too far to drive the week before college starts.

Formidable by Stromae: <3 the song I was listening to when I made an ao3 account <3 I feel like I know too many people who had a Stromae phase. I don’t even understand French music all that well, but this is a bop.

Hasta el Amanecer by Nicky Jam: Damn, I just realized that there’s music in four languages on this list now. We stan multilingualism. This is one that I do actually understand most of the lyrics for, so we love that. It was fun listening to this again, bc I really haven’t heard it in at least a year.

Higher by The Score: The album that this is from came out on my birthday a few years ago! (just realized that there’s no recent music on this list, and if one thing describes my music taste accurately, it’s finding music a few years after it was released/popular). This is back from my soccer-playing days, and it was one of my pump-up songs for bus rides to away games. I think I might put this album back on regular rotation bc this is actually quite good!

No Control by One Direction: what even is there to say? I wasn’t really into 1D while they were actually active (rip me), and this is the song that made me give them a chance (chonce). perfect note to end on.

As for tagging others, I think I’ve avoided it enough times that I kind of have to now, so sorry in advance if 1. you’ve already done this/ been tagged and/ or 2. you have no idea who I am and are confused as to why I’m acting like I know you. I’ll just do the first ten people who pop up when I type the at symbol: @originalashstan @tothemoonmikey @5sos-fan-boy @calumcest @ashesonthefloor @kaleidoscopeminds @mashlums @poisonjaffas @tirednotflirting @fuckyeah5sostakemehome

#tag game #tag challenge #fun stuff #music #i have bad taste #5sos

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vexedtonightmares · 5 years ago

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with great power (elu spiderman au)

eliott has been saved by spiderman quite a few times for absolutely no reason. hopeless romantic that he is, eliott accidentally starts falling for spiderman somewhere along the way and doesn’t know what to do about it. obviously, there’s only one solution. he and his good friend lucas should pretend to date to make spiderman jealous. there’s no ulterior motives here, of course, just lucas helping a bro out.

aka eliott’s falling in love with spiderman, lucas is in love with eliott, and lucas is spiderman.

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ao3

no. 10 “Who are you?”

**tw: non graphic violence, mentions of blood and guns**

Eliott hadn’t responded to Lucas in over a day and, while Lucas knew that he needed time, he was still scared that time would turn into forever. He barely resisted the urge to go running to Eliott’s apartment and demand to be listened to, instead wallowing in his own stupidity.

Yann and Imane had been right, had been telling him all this time that it would all blow up in his face, but he’d been too stubborn to listen. He could already hear Imane saying ‘I told you so’ and Yann sighing that magnificent disappointed sigh of his.

At least they went to the same school, so Eliott couldn’t hide from him forever, and by the time Lucas’ alarm woke him up on Monday morning he was more than ready to start his day, hoping Eliott wouldn’t avoid him the entire time.

He wasn’t waiting by Lucas’ locker like he usually did, which was to be expected, Lucas supposed, so he went about his day to the best of his ability until he could find Eliott at lunch and hopefully talk things through.

He was aware of how horribly he’d fucked up, and he knew that Eliott didn’t want to talk about it, but he’d said that he still loved Lucas, so Lucas had held onto that hope with every fiber of his being. Manon, Lisa, and Mika were probably sick of him, he’d been so on edge all weekend that he’d hardly sat down for more than a minute, texting Eliott a million and a half times and pacing around the living room.

Eliott’s class got out just as Lucas reached the door, bouncing anxiously on his toes. If people didn’t know better, they’d probably think he was just excited to see his boyfriend. He waited patiently as Eliott’s classmates exited the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of that golden brown tousled mess of hair he loved so much, but when Alex exited the classroom last, he realized Eliott wasn’t there.

“Hey!” he called out to Alex, running to catch up with him after peeking his head into the classroom.

Alex slowed and turned to Lucas with his eyebrows raised. “What’s up?”

“Where’s Eliott?” he asked.

Alex looked him up and down, considering his likely confused expression. “Shouldn’t you know that?” Alex teased, and Lucas really wasn’t in the mood for teasing.

“Alex, come on.”

Alex sighed. “I don’t know dude, he misses class a lot. You’d know that better than anyone. I’m sure he’s fine, maybe it’s just one of those days, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Lucas said noncommittally, watching Alex walk away with a light wave over his shoulder.

He’d been trying not to blame himself too much for Eliott not reaching out, but at this point it was hard not to. As long as they’d known each other, Eliott had been nothing but sincere and honest, even more so since they’d gotten together for real, and Lucas had done nothing but lie and hide. Sure, he’d only been Spiderman for a fairly short amount of time, but he didn’t know why he hadn’t just told Eliott about it in the first place. He’d told Yann and Imane, and he’d definitely considered telling Arthur at least, or Manon, because he knew they’d keep the secret. Eliott would have kept the secret too, but Lucas could never bring himself to tell it to him in the first place.

And now it was probably too late.

Eliott still loved him, sure, but love could fade, especially if the other person had done something so fucking stupid like Lucas had. He’d kissed Eliott as Spiderman for fuck’s sake. Ugh, if he’d ever had any question about where he’d end up in the afterlife, it seemed pretty certain now that he was destined for hell.

He fired off another quick text to Eliott because he couldn’t help himself, he’d waited long enough to continue their communication.

Lucas: Hey, El, I know you’re mad at me, rightfully so, but can we please talk?

He wasn’t expecting an immediate response, but he had to hope that Eliott would respond sometime soon.

Yann was waiting for him at his locker, just as he’d been waiting for Eliott at his classroom, and the small gesture was almost enough to make Lucas burst into tears. Yann likely noticed this, and his eyes went wide as he placed a hand on either one of Lucas’ shoulders.

“Lu? What’s up?” he asked, voice laced with concern. Lucas shrugged halfheartedly, shaking his head. Yann levelled him with a knowing stare. “Lu.”

Lucas sighed. “Can we blow off the rest of the day?” he asked, eyes wide and pleading. He knew that Yann liked to miss class even less than he did, but he needed to talk to someone, and Yann was the only one who would possibly be able to provide advice in any form.

“Yeah,” Yann agreed, much more easily than Lucas had been expecting. Though, he likely looked like shit, so that probably helped his case a bit.

Yann didn’t ask any questions on his way back to Lucas’ flat, and Lucas was more than happy to let the two of them ride the bus in silence, gearing up to explain all the ways he’d fucked up even if Yann knew most of them already.

The minute they walked into Lucas’ bedroom, shutting the door behind them, Yann spoke. “So what happened?”

“He knows,” Lucas said miserably, running his hands through his hair with clenched fists. Thankfully, Yann knew exactly what that meant, and his face looked appropriately shocked.

“You told him?”

Lucas really couldn’t blame Yann for sounding so surprised, the last conversation the two of them had about the whole Eliott-Spiderman thing was Yann chastising him for not being honest, and Lucas being too stubborn to listen. “Not… exactly.”

Yann rubbed his temples. “Why am I afraid to let you finish your train of thought?”

Lucas sighed, flopping himself down on his bed and gesturing vaguely to his closet. Yann’s eyes widened. “He saw the suit? Lu, why weren’t you hiding it better?”

“No, no, he saw his jacket,” Lucas corrected, crossing his arms over his eyes.

“I… don’t follow.”

“He gave me his jacket as Spiderman and I hadn’t given it back yet, and it was in my closet, and he saw it,” Lucas grumbled, voice somewhat muffled by his arms.

Yann was silent. Then— “Yikes.”

Lucas continued, “He saw it right in the middle of giving me some sort of speech about how much he loves me and that he’d love me even if I was leading a secret double life as a government spy or something.”

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” Yann asked. “You kind of were leading a secret double life.”

Lucas shook his head, dropping his arms. “You didn’t see his face. And he just… walked out, didn’t look back once.”

“Isn’t that a bit hypocritical of him?” Yann shrugged, crossing his arms. “Just saying.”

Lucas rolled his eyes. “Yann, come on. I’m not mad at him at all, he has every right to be mad at me. I’ve been lying to him for so long… I led him on as two different people, and I got jealous when he wanted to spend time with me instead of me… I’ve fucked up so badly and I don’t know how to make it right.”

Yann sat down on the bed beside him, studying him. This was a situation neither one of them had been in before, obviously, but he was really hoping Yann would have some helpful advice, because god knew Lucas would just mess up again if left to his own devices.

“I could say ‘I told you so’,” Yann said, and Lucas glared at him.

“Very, very, unhelpful.”

Yann reached over and put a hand on one of Lucas’ shoulders. “Listen. I’m not going to say you didn’t fuck up, because you did, but if Eliott wants to make a grand speech about loving you no matter what and then fuck off the minute ‘no matter what’ becomes a bit tricky, that’s on him.”

“No,” Lucas groaned again, putting his hands over his face. “He didn’t fuck off.”

He peeked between his fingers to see Yann, blinking slowly like he was asking some divine entity for some patience. Lucas didn’t blame him. “Lucas, either explain the whole story or don’t ask for my advice.”

“He texted me afterwards,” Lucas said in a small voice, “Saying he still loved me, that he just needed time.”

“Why didn’t you lead with that?” Yann asked exasperatedly, throwing his arms wide.

Lucas sat up, voice shaking. “Because. It doesn’t matter. He’s only saying that to soften the blow when he leaves me for real. I’ve had enough experience with that to know it’s only a matter of time.”

“Lucas,” Yann said seriously, facing him head on. “There are people who will leave, and people who will stay, and Eliott is one of the ones that will stay. He loves you so much, you know. Like, so much that it’s all I see when I look at him. And you deserve that love, every bit of it. Ok?”

“Yann—”

“Ok?”

Lucas didn’t answer, didn’t trust himself to, but it turned out he didn’t have a chance to anyway, as a knock sounded from the other room. Yann turned to Lucas with furrowed brows. “Were you expecting someone?”

“Why would I be expecting someone? I’m supposed to be at school,” Lucas said as he left the bedroom, making his way to the door curiously. To his shock, when he opened the door, there was Eliott.

“I’m gonna go,” Yann said, skirting around Lucas. Lucas hadn’t even noticed that he’d followed from the bedroom, too dumbfounded that Eliott was standing at the door.

Once they were alone, Eliott nodded to the inside of the flat. “Can I come in?”

Lucas nodded in a daze, eyes never leaving Eliott’s figure. He was so beautiful it hurt, especially wearing that brown jacket of his. Eliott didn’t say anything more, so Lucas swallowed and took a deep breath. “Look, I’m really sorry—”

“Listen, man, it’s fine,” Eliott said, and Lucas furrowed his eyebrows.

“It’s… fine?”

Eliott shrugged. “Life’s too short to be mad about meaningless things, I guess.”

“Meaningless?” Lucas appraised Eliott with his eyes, speaking slowly, “I told you that I was Spiderman, not that you’re a shitty cook. Which you are.”

Eliott’s eyes widened minutely, so small in fact that the untrained eye might not have noticed it. But Lucas had always noticed everything about Eliott, even when it had been painful to do so. “I’m just glad it’s out there now, I guess,” Eliott said, entirely unfazed by the dig at his cooking skills, devoid of any humor or levity.

“Right,” Lucas agreed, leaning against the wall. “Um, why are you here, then?”

“Your text,” Eliott said.

Lucas pressed his lips together in a tight line. “Well, I suppose that’s all I needed to talk about.”

“Yeah,” Eliott said, then looked at the ground. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh?”

Eliott cleared his throat, biting his bottom lip. “I have a surprise for you.”

Lucas smiled, tilting his head to one side. “That’s not a question.”

“My question is, will you be there?” Eliott asked, a fierce sort of desperation in his eyes.

“Be where?” Lucas asked.

The corner of Eliott’s lips twitched. “I’ll text you. Surprise, remember?”

“Right, of course,” Lucas chided himself, laughing lightly.

Eliott grinned, ducking his head. “Cool. Tomorrow, ok?”

“Tomorrow,” Lucas confirmed with a nod. Eliott brushed past him, and Lucas caught the tips of his fingers as he went. Eliott turned around, looking slightly alarmed. Lucas clasped his hand tighter in response.

“I’m glad you forgive me,” he said.

Eliott shrugged gently. “You’re one of the most important people to me.”

“That I am,” Lucas said with a smile, heart racing. He squeezed Eliott’s hand once before dropping it. “See you tomorrow.”

Eliott grinned, looking Lucas up and down. “Yes, you will.”

And then he was gone, and Lucas slumped against the wall. He had some preparing to do.

E🕷L🕷I🕷O🕷T🕷T

Eliott didn’t know what time of day it was, or what day of the week it was, but it was still dark, so dark. He faded in and out of consistent anxiety over the man with no face— the man with his face— and Lucas. Something was brewing, surely, and Eliott was terrified that Lucas would get hurt.

The eerie silence that seemed to fill the space when Eliott was there alone subsided a bit, and Eliott knew that meant the man was back. The air seemed to stand on end when he was around. Eliott wondered if he was the one running the show, or if he was a mere lackey to something bigger. He still hadn’t forgotten the familiar looking man from the abandoned building, and didn’t know if he had a place in this as well.

“Well, well, well, you didn’t tell me that your little friend is Spiderman, did you?” He heard the man before he saw him, strolling along wearing clothes and a face and a body that didn’t belong to him.

Eliott’s voice caught in his throat. He knew, he knew that Lucas was Spiderman. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lucas…” the man trailed off, “Quite a boring name for someone so extraordinary.”

“Don’t hurt him, please, all he’s doing is helping people, what’s so bad about that?” Eliott pleaded, hearing how desperate he sounded and not caring one bit.

The man clicked his tongue, disapproval evident in his voice and manner. “How naive you are, thinking there’s a place in this world for superheroes, as if they aren’t the problem themselves.”

“It’s not naive to have hope,” Eliott said, sounding more defiant than he was sure he looked at the moment, locked away like an animal. “To believe in the good in people.”

The man shrugged. “I suppose you’re right. I could have said idiotic, but I was trying to be nice.”

Eliott hated hearing his own voice, seeing his own face, and not being able to control the words that came out or the things that he did. The man either didn’t care for Eliott’s discomfort, or he noticed it and it delighted him.

“It makes things so much easier, really,” the man continued, “That your Lucas is Spiderman. I’d hoped he’d know where to find him, not that he’d just give himself up as your beloved hero within minutes of conversation.”

This man had spoken to Lucas. As him. All Eliott could think was that Lucas was probably so relieved that Eliott was talking to him that he’d spilled any and every other secrets he harbored. Eliott knew that he hadn’t asked for this, that he couldn’t have done anything to stop it, but he’d never felt so helpless in his life. Whatever was being planned, it was all his fault. How had the man known to talk to Lucas anyway?

The man smirked, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “I can see that you have so many questions, you’re the kind who questions everything, I presume. You wouldn’t have found us in that building otherwise.” He paused, sitting on the floor in front of where Eliott was being kept. “I suppose I can share some answers, it’s not like you’ll live long enough to share them anyway.”

Part of Eliott had known that this is what it would come to, but he hadn’t wanted to believe it. Maybe he was naive.

“How?” he asked in a hoarse voice, because that was the only answer he really needed. How had they found him? How had they known he was the key to Spiderman’s demise? How was he the key to Spiderman’s demise?

“Do you like my jacket?” the man asked, ignoring Eliott. Of course Eliott liked the jacket, it was his favorite one. Well, it had been. He wasn’t so sure anymore.

The man continued, “Spiderman liked it too.”

And fuck, things started to come together in Eliott’s head. He’d given Spiderman his jacket, and whoever this man was had seen Spiderman in the jacket. That didn’t exactly explain why Eliott was there, though, or how they’d known it was his jacket before kidnapping him.

“It was completely accidental, actually, that we found you. Well, not completely. We just so happened to see you with that jacket, and we followed you.” He wasn’t working alone then. Good to know. “We recognized you from before, and it doesn’t take a genius to deduce that someone who shares a jacket with Spiderman and has been saved by Spiderman is likely someone of importance, so here you are.”

“Here I am,” Eliott said softly, to himself. If Lucas got hurt because of him, he’d never forgive himself, even if he was dead.

It was then that he realized he wasn’t mad at Lucas anymore, because how could he be? Sure, he’d kept a secret, a major one, but maybe he’d kept it because he’d been afraid of something like this happening. How could he blame Lucas for trying to protect him? He would have done the same, still would now if there was any way that he could.

More than anything, he knew that he loved Lucas more than ever. Neither of them deserved what was coming for them, but at least Lucas had a chance at escaping with his life.

“Who are you?” Eliott asked, because he felt like, if he was to die, he at least deserved to know who’d done it.

The man looked at him, a slow grin spreading. “Wouldn’t we both like to know. As far as names go, you may call me Chameleon.”

Chameleon. Eliott couldn’t say he was surprised, it seemed fitting. “What do you need me here for, Chameleon?” Eliott asked, because he still wasn’t entirely certain. Sure, they didn’t want him out there to warn Lucas about their plans to defeat him, but they didn’t really need him alive, did they, now that Chameleon wore his face?

“He’s coming here to meet you,” Chameleon said, “And you, he will meet.”

Eliott stared at him blankly. “Please excuse me if I don’t understand.”

“Do you expect me to sit here and wait for your friend, when I have plans of my own to attend to?” Chameleon scoffed, and Eliott noted the words he used. Friends. Was it possible he didn’t know that Eliott and Lucas were dating? He didn’t know if it would make any difference to the plans being put into place, but Eliott wasn’t going to correct him.

“What makes you think I’m going to cooperate?” Eliott sneered, knowing that antagonizing the person with his life in his hands wasn’t necessarily the best idea. He was past caring at this point.

“Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.”

Eliott shrugged. “You’ll kill me anyway.”

“True,” Chameleon said with a small grin, like he was enjoying this, “But if you don’t cooperate, I’ll make him watch. And then I’ll make him watch as I kill anyone else in this world he may care for, or who may care for him.”

Eliott could face death head on if he had to, he’d faced the prospect many times in the confines of his own head, but he couldn’t face the idea of Lucas having to watch all the people he loved leave him, even if it wasn’t by choice. It would be worse that it wasn’t by choice, because Lucas had been coming to terms with people choosing to leave for a long time, so much so that he expected it of everyone. But these people, the ones that Lucas was surrounded by now, these people were the ones he’d grown to realize would never leave him, no matter what. To have that kind of unconditional love ripped away in front of his eyes until there was no one left to love him at all… it was a fate worse than death for him.

“Fine,” Eliott said, because maybe he was weak and naive, but he couldn’t let Lucas’ worst nightmares come true. He’d find some other way to warn him, some other way he could avoid Lucas getting hurt or seeing him get hurt.

Chameleon smiled, and Eliott prayed that wasn’t what he looked like when he smiled. It wasn’t bright, or warm, but filled with malice and dripping with poison. “That’s what I thought.”

He came right up close to the bars Eliott was encased inside, tilting his head, a feral sort of look in his eyes. “Let’s get started, then, no time to lose.”

Eliott looked up at the ceiling, where he knew the sky was somewhere just out of sight, and took a breath. He could do this. The promise of seeing Lucas one last time, telling him that he wasn’t mad, that he loved him still, and that even death couldn’t stop his love was what kept him going as Chameleon talked, detailing plans that would attempt to break Lucas down to nothing at all.

He couldn’t let it happen.

But he had no choice.

The only hope he had was that Lucas was smarter than him, and that he’d be able to save himself if Eliott wasn’t able to.

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Lucas would be coming any minute. Such was the plan laid out through careful texts throughout the previous night. They weren’t anywhere that weird, a place that would raise much alarm, so Lucas would never know what was coming.

Chameleon was Chameleon again, forsaking Eliott’s face for his own blank canvas, waiting to be molded to whatever fit his agenda. Eliott briefly and fearfully wondered if Chameleon would take Lucas’ face and turn Spiderman into a villain.

Eliott had tried to glean as much information as he could from the man, but most of his questions remained unanswered. Still, he was able to deduce a few things. Chameleon wasn’t in charge, someone else was, but he was never referred to by name. He was the one that had made Chameleon into what he was, and he was the mastermind determined to bring his opposition to his knees. Apparently this boss knew nothing of who Spiderman actually was, he didn’t really care much for the boy behind the mask so long as he was out of the way. He didn’t know or care that he was just a sixteen year old boy shouldering a burden he hadn’t asked for.

The man from the eiffel tower worked for this boss as well, they called him Vulture, what with his mechanical wings. He’d gone to prison after his attempted attack, and Eliott suspected there was some plan in the works to break him out. There were a lot more people in on this than Eliott had expected, not that he’d actually seen any of them other than Chameleon, probably because no one would believe a story about a man with no face should he escape and send people their way. Still, Chameleon spoke of others as if they were a group of many, and that worried Eliott for Lucas’ sake more than anything.

Chameleon was somewhere out of sight, but within earshot. Unfortunately, Eliott was unable to pin down his location as he’d been blindfolded until Chameleon was a safe distance away. He had thin, nearly invisible cuffs linking his hands and his legs together, both so that he wouldn’t be able to run and so that Lucas wouldn’t notice them. He tried to school his expression into one of indifference, deciding how to best go about warning Lucas of the plot against him without saying anything at all.

The massive door opened and there was Lucas, scarf wrapped up tightly around him, beaming smile on his face once he located Eliott.

“This is a weird place,” Lucas said jokingly, “But you artists are nothing if not weird.”

The plan had been to tell Lucas to come here so he could take photos of him for an art assignment, and Lucas hadn’t questioned it one bit.

“It is weird,” Eliott said, trying to inform Lucas with his eyes just how weird it was. Lucas looked away, surveying the space with the hint of a smile on his face.

“So… what kind of photos are you taking, man?” Lucas asked, and Eliott scrunched up his face, forgetting for a minute that they were in the middle of an attempt to neutralize Lucas once and for all. Eliott was supposed to answer with a location for Lucas to stand, and then Chameleon would strike.

Instead, he was so caught off guard by Lucas’ words that he said, “Did you just call me man?”

“Yeah,” Lucas laughed, “Like you did the other day.”

Eliott couldn’t remember ever calling Lucas man, but maybe this was a new thing they were doing now? “Oh. Yeah?”

It came out as a question, and Eliott saw a slight shift in Lucas expression, from apprehension to relief. He didn’t know what it meant, but before he could say anything more, Lucas whispered so quietly that to anyone else it might have appeared he merely took a deep breath, “I love you. Stay cool, and trust me.”

Eliott barely had time to process the request before Lucas shot his arm out, web shooting from his wrist across the room. Eliott’s eyes widened as a shot rang out, skimming just past his own head, and Lucas tugged on the web, pulling Chameleon into their space.

Eliott tried to back away from the scene, forgetting he was somewhat locked into place, and ended up falling off the chair he was sitting on onto his side. Just in time, in fact, because Chameleon aimed another shot at him just as he fell.

Eliott had a limited view as Lucas kicked the gun from Chameleon’s hands, tying him up with webs that came from god knew where until he was entirely immobilized. Once Lucas looked satisfied with his handiwork, he raced over to where Eliott was on the ground, hair flopping into his eyes.

“Are you ok?” he asked, scrutinizing Eliott’s every inch.

“I—” Eliott began, subtly gesturing to his cuffed hands and legs. Lucas caught on, locating and ripping apart the restraints with ease.

Eliott’s breathing was ragged as he sat up, stretching out his limbs. “How did you—?”

“I once told you I’d recognize you anywhere,” Lucas said, blowing his hair from his eyes, “That also applies to recognizing when you aren’t you.”

“You knew it was a trick all along?” Eliott asked in disbelief.

Lucas laughed, and Eliott was amazed that he had the ability to do so after knowing that coming here might have been the last thing he’d ever done. “Not all along, don’t give me that much credit, but I pretty much deduced that you weren’t you when you came to see me. I had to be prepared for anything, and when you didn’t remember calling me ‘man’ the other day, that was all the confirmation I needed. Well, that and my spidey senses warning me someone was about to try to end your life.”

“Spidey senses?”

Lucas shook his head. “Don’t ask.”

Eliott and Lucas gazed at each other at the same time, realizing they’d both addressed the elephant in the room without noticing that they had. Lucas’ eyes softened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by alarms blaring all around them.

“Shit!” he hissed, unraveling his scarf and taking off his sweatshirt. In the blink of an eye, he was Spiderman, not Lucas, throwing his mask on and revealing the suit underneath his clothes. He tossed his discarded clothes to Eliott, who caught them just in time for Lucas to throw him over his shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes.

“Working out, huh?” Eliott teased aloud, even though the situation they were in probably didn’t require humor.

“Shut up,” Lucas said, but it was without malice. He set Eliott down in a hidden corner of the building where no one was sure to find him anytime soon. “Stay here,” he said, more seriously, shooting out a web and retracting it, Chameleon’s gun stuck to the end. He handed it to Eliott. “Only use this if you absolutely have to. If I do my job right, you shouldn’t.”

Then he was gone, swinging out of sight. Eliott knew that he should just let Lucas do his thing, that he was more skilled than ten versions of Eliott, but he couldn’t sit still knowing Lucas might be in danger.

He got up from the spot Lucas had hidden him in, dropping Lucas’ clothes and clicking the safety off his stolen gun. He had no idea how to use one, really, but pointing and shooting couldn’t be too hard. There were lots of loud noises and yelling, so Eliott followed the sounds, making sure the yelling was never coming from the voice he knew to be Lucas disguised as Spiderman. The alarms were still blaring, throwing Eliott off his rhythm because the noise was so piercing, but he pushed on, further and further into the belly of the beast.

Once he reached the action, however, he regretted not following Lucas’ instructions. He had no idea how Lucas was fending them all off, there were too many. Somehow, though, even more were spiderwebbed to the walls and floors in various places. Eliott realized that Lucas wasn’t killing anyone, and it’s not that he expected or wanted him to, but all of a sudden the gun he was holding felt heavy in his hands.

He’d aim for the legs, he decided, if he had to shoot.

A hand grabbed him from behind and before he knew it, he was on the floor, gun nearly slipping from his hands. The person who’d grabbed him was wearing a mask not wholly dissimilar to the one Lucas wore, but Eliott could see his eyes, and murderous quality they carried. He raised his weapon, something that looked a bit like a gun, but wasn’t that exactly. Eliott briefly wondered if it had something to do with the laboratory he’d stumbled upon weeks ago.

“And who are you?” the man snarled, standing above him. “Spiderman’s bodyguard? No, wait— you’re the boyfriend, aren’t you? Should have known he was a f—”

Eliott went blind with rage, regaining control of his body and swiping his leg under the man’s feet. The man still had his weapon in his hand, and Eliott was afraid to touch it, but he wrestled it from the man’s grip while he was still stunned from falling.

Standing over a villain with a weapon in either hand trying to fight for his and his superhero boyfriend’s lives put Eliott so far out of his element that he wondered if he’d accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe, but then the man moved beneath him and Eliott fired one of the weapons instinctively.

It was the one he didn’t know how to use, the gun that wasn’t a gun. The man’s eyes widened as a dart shot out, sticking him in the neck. Within seconds he was completely immobilized and Eliott freaked out, dropping both weapons. The man looked dead, eyes wide open but looking at nothing.

Eliott dropped, pressing his head to the man’s chest in search of a heartbeat, and nearly cried in relief. Sure, this was a bad guy, but he never wanted to kill someone, especially by accident. The heartbeat was there, but everything else was frozen. Eliott grabbed the dart from his neck, turning it over in his hands. There was a little canister with remnants of something brightly colored on the inside and Eliott dropped it before he could accidentally be paralyzed as well. Hopefully it would wear off eventually…

There was a loud clang across the room and a startled, “Fuck!” from a voice he knew too well and he picked up the paralyzing gun, leaving the other one before taking off towards the sound of Lucas’ voice. He looked out over the metal railing just in time to see Lucas jump from a few levels above. He cried out, but his voice was drowned out by all the other noises blaring from every direction.

Just before he reached the ground, Lucas shot a web to the ceiling and swung himself back up to the other side of the room, the side Eliott was on, jumping over the railing. Eliott’s heart was beating so rapidly that he could hardly stand it, but he didn’t want to be a coward in the face of danger, so he pushed on, running up the stairs and ducking out of the way before anyone could see him, trying to find his way up to Lucas’ level.

When he finally got up there, he was momentarily stunned to see Lucas fighting four people at once. Somehow, he looked completely in control, and Eliott found it kind of hot. Lucas turned, attaching a web to one of the guy’s heads and slamming it into the railing just as his eyes locked on Eliott’s.

He froze, and in that split second one of the men grabbed him by the top of his mask and pulled it off, pushing him over the side of the railing.

“No!” Eliott yelled, accidentally calling attention to himself. The three remaining men turned to him, and Eliott shot three darts in their direction, closing his eyes as he did so. He heard the sound of three bodies falling and cracked one eye open, breathing a sigh of relief.

He hadn’t heard Lucas hit the ground, but he couldn’t just assume everything was all right so he grabbed the mask from one of the villain’s hands and peered over the ledge.

Lucas was on the ground, but he was standing, legs spread into a fighting stance, eyes wandering about the cavernous room. His hair was more of a mess than it usually was and Eliott knew him well enough to know that he looked scared.

Eliott suddenly realized that everything was quiet now, the alarms had stopped. It was so quiet that he could have sworn he heard Lucas’ ragged breathing from five floors below.

Lucas looked up at him, and he sighed, hint of a relieved smile hitting his face as Eliott smiled at him in return. Maybe this was all over, maybe they were finally safe.

Eliott felt the cool barrel of a gun press against the side of his head at the same moment he noticed that Chameleon was no longer trapped under a sea of webs on the floor. A had enclosed his body in a vice like grip and Eliott knew that this was the end. Panic shot through Lucas’ eyes, and Eliott tried to keep his own expression calm, breathing steady. He was scared, he knew there was no use for him now, but he couldn’t die letting Lucas know how scared he was.

He heard the safety click off of the gun as he noticed something light and shiny extending from his chest. The gun pressed closer to his skull, and Lucas twitched his hand, pulling both of them over the side of the railing.

Chameleon’s grip slipped and Eliott was able to free himself from his hold, trying not to think about how he might break every bone in his body falling from such a height. But then arms wrapped him up tightly, arms that he had no problem sinking into because he knew that they belonged to the boy he loved.

“Fuck I’m so sorry about that,” Lucas whispered as he put Eliott down, carefully removing the web string from the front of Eliott’s shirt.

Eliott was vaguely aware that he was shaking slightly, whether from fear, adrenaline, or a mix of the two, he wasn’t sure. “It’s ok.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Lucas said, hands on Eliott’s shoulders. Eliott still had Lucas’ mask clenched tightly in one of his hands. He nodded, glancing over Lucas’ shoulder to the door and tensing up at what he saw.

Chameleon, because apparently they couldn’t have nice things, gun raised and pointed right at Lucas’ back.

“Lucas…” Eliott began, and a shot rang out. Eliott squeezed his eyes shut, expecting to feel Lucas crumple into his arms, but he didn’t. He opened his eyes slowly, wondering what he would see. Lucas was still there, and his hands were still on Eliott’s shoulders, but he was barely holding onto him anymore, head turned up to one of the upper levels in the building. Eliott followed his gaze, noticing that Lucas looked paler than usual, just in time to see the familiar looking man from the abandoned building tuck a gun into his waistband and walk away.

Eliott furrowed his eyebrows, gaze landing on where Chameleon way laying in a pool of blood on the floor, shot clean through his head. It was enough to make Eliott want to gag, and the small noise he made must have been enough to knock Lucas would of his daze.

“We’re leaving,” Lucas said, wasting no time and pulling Eliott by his hand.

“What about your clothes?” Eliott asked dumbly, but Lucas just shook his head.

“They don’t matter. Can I have my mask, please?��

Eliott handed it over and Lucas slipped it on with one hand, keeping the other locked in Eliott’s grip. “Why did that guy—”

“Not now, Eliott, please,” Lucas’ masked voice was somehow still familiar, especially now that Eliott knew who it was underneath. He felt like an idiot for not catching on to the inflections and mannerisms before. “Let’s get somewhere safe first.”

They were much further outside the city than Eliott had thought, though he wasn’t really sure where he’d assumed they were to begin with. They kept to side streets and back alleys, trying to stay out of sight of the general public, especially seeing as Lucas was in full Spiderman gear (or uniform? costume?).

They went back to Eliott’s, now that the other side knew where Lucas lived, and Lucas sent quick texts to Manon, Mika, and Lisa, telling them to stay somewhere else for the night and he’d explain everything in the morning. Eliott could tell he felt terrible for being the reason why their home was no longer safe, and it helped Eliott understand even better why he’d kept the secret for so long.

Eliott stayed silent long enough for both he and Lucas to take a shower and change, times spent in the shower a bit longer than necessary, even as the water went cold.

Lucas was tucked low under a pile of blankets by the time Eliott finished, and Eliott joined him, keeping enough distance between them to force them to talk instead of avoiding all that had happened and falling back into each other.

“So,” Eliott said, and Lucas barely responded to the sound of his voice. He wanted to reach out, but didn’t know if he should. “Are you ok?”

Lucas’ eyes shifted to his for a brief second. “I just wanted to help people,” he said, voice, soft, ragged, monotone, and filled to the brim with emotion all at once.

“I just wanted to help people,” he repeated, more adamantly, “And now everyone I love is in danger and you could have died and nothing will ever be the same and you might still hate me for it and I don’t even know what I’m doing ninety percent of the time and I feel everything too fucking much all the time and I—”

“Hey, L, hey, breathe with me,” Eliott said as Lucas’ words cut off into breathless sobs. He placed a hand on either side of Lucas’ face, and Lucas broke down, shaking his head as tears poured from his eyes.

“No one was supposed to be hurt other than me,” Lucas said.

Eliott leaned his forehead into Lucas’. “Lucas, don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.”

“But it’s true. The superhero is supposed to risk their life to save people, not sit there like a pathetic teenager while the person they love most in the world is kidnapped by the people that would have no qualms about killing everyone I’ve ever cared about.”

“But you are a teenager,” Eliott said softly, voice gentle enough to feel like a warm hug. “You didn’t ask for any of this, the power, the responsibility, but you shoulder it nonetheless. Quite well might I add.”

“You’re not— you’re not mad at me?” Lucas asked, wide blue eyes staring into the depths of Eliott’s soul.

Eliott could have stayed stubborn, could have acted as shocked or betrayed as he’d been when he first found out, but they were both alive, they were both together, and that’s all that really mattered. Lucas still looked apprehensive, but Eliott engulfed him in a hug that he secretly hoped would never end. He’d have more time to think about everything later, but right now he just wanted to hold Lucas in his arms and think that maybe things would turn out all right.

“You saved my life,” he whispered, mouth pressed up against Lucas’ shoulder, “How could I ever be mad at you?”

Lucas shook his head but held him tighter. “It’s ok if you were mad, though. Just because I saved you, and because I love you, doesn’t mean you don’t have a right to be mad at me for not telling you.”

“I know,” Eliott said, “It just seems so pointless, given everything that’s happened in the past however many days. You’re here in front of me, alive, and telling me that you love me, and that’s all I care about. Of course I’m going to worry a bit about you now, not because I don’t think you can handle being a superhero, but just because I never want to see you in danger. It’ll take some adjustment, but I’ll learn to manage it and support you in any way I can.”

Eliott felt Lucas squeeze his eyes shut against his shoulder just before he pulled back. “Sometimes I wish none of this ever happened, you know. I’d give up any superpowers any day if it meant the people I love were safe.”

“But then you wouldn’t be you,” Eliott said, brushing back a bit of hair from Lucas’ face.

“I’m not sure if I am me anymore.” Lucas looked so troubled, so deeply lost in thought, and all Eliott wanted to do was to dissuade any of his worries, but he knew it wasn’t really his place to do so. He had no idea what Lucas was going through, only that he wouldn’t be handling it all nearly as well if he’d been put in that situation.

“You are,” he said, nevertheless deciding the best course of action was reassurance. “You’re the same little shit I’ve been in love with longer than I realized, even if you’re all buff now.”

Lucas cracked a hint of a smile. “I haven’t actually been going to the gym,” he admitted.

Eliott laughed, wrapping his arms around Lucas’ neck. “Yeah, I kinda figured that one out.” He giggled eliciting a look of light amusement from Lucas. “Remember when you accidentally threw me off the bed?”

Lucas groaned, but he was smiling, and Eliott took a mental picture to remind himself of that look on the days he felt at his lowest. “Oh, god, I thought we were never speaking of that again?”

“It’s more embarrassing for me than for you,” Eliott said as he ran a finger down Lucas’ cheekbone. “But it can stay our little secret if you want.”

Lucas’ smile faltered and he pulled back. “Speaking of secrets… I’m sorry for keeping so many. I know you said you’re not mad or anything but… I’m sorry.”

He was looking at Eliott in a way that Eliott knew too well. It was the face of someone who simply needed to be forgiven, not to be told that he didn’t have to apologize. He’d worn that face many times, and Lucas always knew just what to say.

“I forgive you,” he said, and Lucas melted, looking like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He wrapped Lucas’ hands in his and searched his eyes. “No more secrets between the two of us, ok?”

Lucas nodded, single tear falling down his cheek. “Ok.”

Eliott pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and slow, before engulfing him in the same kind of all consuming bear hug he’d wanted to stay in forever just moments before. Lucas clutched him back, and Eliott could feel all the love they shared flowing between the two of them.

Lucas didn’t pull back as he started speaking, almost like he was scared to look Eliott in the eye. “I have one more secret.”

Eliott’s heart clenched in anticipation, but he answered with a simple, “Ok?”

“The man, the one who killed the guy without a face?” Lucas paused, breathing shakily. “I think he’s the boss of whatever those people are doing.”

“Ok?” Eliott said again, because that didn’t seem like too much of a secret. They’d both been there to witness it. Eliott had also assumed that must have been the man Chameleon had referred to as the boss.

“He…” Lucas trailed off, arms clutching Eliott tighter than ever. He was silent long enough that Eliott wondered if maybe he’d forgotten what he was going to say.

Eliott pulled back from their hug to see that Lucas’ eyes were shut so tightly like he was actively trying to convince himself whether he should or shouldn’t speak. He opened his eyes, then, looking more serious than ever. “He’s my father.”

Eliott froze, then blinked, sure he’d misheard. “I’m sorry?”

“That man, he’s my father,” Lucas repeated, like that made it make any more sense. “I don’t know what he wants, but I don’t think he knew it was me, not until he saw me there today.”

Lucas had always been a bit tight lipped about his father, and Eliott never pressed beyond the details Lucas had been willing to share over time, but it did make sense that the man would have looked familiar, certain traits aligning with the scared looking boy in front of Eliott right now.

“So… what does that mean,” Eliott asked, voice laced with concern.

“I don’t know,” Lucas admitted, “But I don’t think I’ll get so lucky next time.”

Eliott furrowed his brows. “What do you mean? He saved you from Chameleon.”

Lucas looked away from him, biting his top lip. “I don’t think he meant to save me. I think he wanted to reserve the kill shot for himself.”

“Lucas—” Eliott began, because surely that couldn’t be true. He knew that there was a rough history between the two of them, but he had to believe that Lucas’ father wasn’t rotten to the very core of his being.

“Eliott don’t try to reassure me, please,” Lucas said, “I only told you because I trust you, and I really don’t want any more secrets between the two of us either, but please don’t try to make me feel better about any of this, not right now.”

Eliott’s heart fissured in a few small places as he looked at Lucas, asking him the impossible. “I’ll help you through it all, then, in any way I can,” he promised, “Ok?”

Lucas nodded, pressing his head into Eliott’s chest. “I’m really glad we’re not dead.”

“I am too,” Eliott agreed, holding him steadily.

“I love you, El.”

“And I love you, L.”

Eliott couldn’t sleep, but he felt Lucas’ breathing steady over time, little puffs of air exhaling from his nose every now and again. It made him smile to think that Lucas could find safety in his arms after all they’d been through over the course of a few days. Logically, Eliott knew that with Lucas’ revelation there would be more to come, and it would make moments like these feel like a mere fantasy, but if the worst was yet to come, but at least they’d be facing it together this time.

Eliott clung onto that thought like a lifeline, and finally let himself fall into Lucas and into a dreamless sleep.

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